Blew the dust off a wooden box
And set it on the piano
Nasty words came from its mouth
The bite marks were to follow
I should have given it away
Now I never dream
Wide awake for much too long
My eyes glued to the table
Tried to feign authority
But sadly wasn?t able
And then it threw me to the floor
I never dream
They say I?m late by half a century
He died in 1943
I can?t just leave
(He smells it when I?m gone)
So I just take it in my sleep
The road is going?
Me: ?Ask for her another day?
The spade?s up your sleeve
There?s sweat on your brow
And I will be damned
If I let you back into this town
December 17th, 1955 - Broken
Seven hours passed on your floor
Seven hours isn?t that long
Seven hours isn?t