We came in and made a mess, pitched a tent in your living 
room. someone's stolen Lucien's vest, when no one's here 
things are jejune. solitaire's not just for one, Monday 
night we'll have a game. doesn't matter whose team you're 
on, Cleveland wins it either way. we missed you so and we 
don't want to go yet. why can't we be home at calumet? i 
got just one hour of sleep, too much sabbath in my head. 
ron jon's stressed beyond belief so get your feet off of 
Creek as much as me. i'm not here if someone calls, 
unless it's from apartment three. we'll miss you so and 
we don't want to go yet. why can't we be home at 38 
calumet? what's that melody i hear? hard and straight's 
what pays the bills. sing-song english harmonies, much 
too clever, makes me ill. before i go just one last 
thing, i just want all of you to know. we'll be back in 
early spring, unless this van decides to blow.