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