In the evening
She is sulking
Eating breakfast with the bees
In bed

Holding out on words
Ironing in anger

Where did you go
When all your friends gone soft on you

But you can try to change the devil’s game
If you want to

Cus you can hide away
Looking through black centuries
Suddenly break out

And light the torches
And dance on porches

Meanwhile beneath the boards
Hide the boys, crouching boys
Looking for pennies in a jar
Beneath the boards

In the movies
You know your favorite guy
Is gonna be on time

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Words & music by John Hofmann