#Punk #Rock #Acoustic #Spoken

She asked me why I found it so amusing
I said it’s not funny, baby, it’s confusing
How I can be something for 11 months and 4 days
And one second later, I can be your savior

I said me and these flies, we’ve got an understanding
And it’s no wonder why I can’t stand for being upstanding
Cuz these thoughts got me encroaching on a solution
That’s salt and water and maybe a bit of pollution

Cuz I lit a little bit
I couldn’t count and couldn’t quit
And I shouldn’t have spent all that time thinking I was better
Better yet, here’s for more and a letter

She asked me why I found it so confounding
But it’s not confusing, baby, it’s astounding
How we try to count these stars in the sky
When we can’t even count, baby, on you and I

I said me and these flies, we’ve got a plan, man
To live out on the coast, and coast in our touring van
I tore four more and had to buy a fifth hand
The sixth shook a salutation to my swollen glands

Cuz I lit a little bit
Couldn’t count, couldn’t quit
And I shouldn’t have spent all that time thinking I was better
Better yet, here’s for more and a letter

I said what are we counting for
We can’t count, baby, on a record score
We can’t count all these stars in my eye
So here’s for more and a letter, 

“Bye.”

David Paster