deserted on friday after noon

last words hung in the air

like faint perfume 



on the night before sunday

all through the flat

not a conscience was stirring

just roaches and rats

and the wallpaper clung to

the kitchen with grease

while the magnets held her

picture to the 'fridgerator-freezer

momma's cookin' chicken and

i'm not chokin' on a wishbone

overblown ego's in checkmate

sore loser, using what the gods gave out 



lovers on earth can't understand

i don't fit their universal plan

i've been to the stars and back again 



send me no sympathy

i'm staying down

deep in my solitude

where i can drown

on a hot summer sunday

and here in the park

i'm laughin' on grass

without a guitar

and the girl's in brooklyn

hugging all the trees

in a backyard garden

i'll never get to see

lovers on earth can't understand... 



on a hot summer sunday

and here in the park

i'm laughin' on grass

without a guitar 



lovers on earth can't understand

i don't fit their universal plan

i've been to the stars and back again

take me there