Save It - Jim Guthrie

Save it, touch wood and then

Feel the breeze on your face

This place is a disgrace all

The time

Save it, touch wood and then

Feel the breeze on your face

Long with things I slash and trace

In spare time

I can see the future now

But only when I blink

Please don’t sing

And when I sleep

I see past thoughts

Of thoughts and fights

That people didn’t think

Waited at the bus stop

For the lame, the gifted, the damned

When everyone got onboard I knew

Right then and there

I knew it was a scam

Cause they’ll sit

And you’ll say

It gets you off

In your own special way

Why does tomorrow

Have to be better

Than today

Well, tomorrow’s no better than today

With all the long

Skirts and all the tapered pants

And all the long skirts

With all the tapered pants

It’s funny

He couldn’t understand

He felt it in his heart

But it wouldn’t come

Through his hands

But it wouldn’t come

Through his hands

It was risky but he had

A little plan

He’d build himself a ship

With a rusty old paint can

And an oscillating fan

Had a life affirming talk

With the garbage man today

He said «believe in me

I take the trash away»

How do you do it