Home
The terrordactylsto return home
to return home
to return home.
It's time
to return home
to return home
to return home.
The night
is winding down,
winding around
like a sad clown.
The night
is winding down,
winding a frown
all around town.
Oh, me and her,
we meander
from thought to thought,
from word to word.
Oh, she and I
navigate time
from front to back,
from side to side.
We went to bed
in a snow sled
traveling down a hill,
but when we reached the end
she spread out and became road kill.
It's time
to return home
to return home
to return home.
It's time
to return home
to return home
to return home.
It's time
to sweep the streets,
to toss the wrapper,
enjoy the treat.
It's time
to lock the doors,
put up the chairs,
to mop the floors.
The leaves are waving to and fro
and to, to me and you.
The trees are swaying to,
to 93.3 the KUBE.
We went to sleep
on the beach
and drifted out to sea,
but when we woke
our arms were broke
and bricks tied to our feet.