House

All the way down, presume that there's no one in I feel like I'm an old post man, wondering which name will fit For the door covers the emptiness I've got a letter from nowhere to nowhere It must be an old poem So i dig up ground beneath the umbrella Some wind is gonna find this message Some margaret will weave the passage All the way through Now that I'm watcred by the sky Not by humans quite puzzled With the bills of forgiveness And the bills from psychologist Thanks that I'm just what I am Too flush to be in here It's very nice of you, honey You'll let me fly above my umbrella Someday, my soul will settle down Someday, my friends will be on their own We'll sing along No mom and no pop No babies and no dogs No news and no wars No cars and no towers No candies and no wines No movies, no V.C.R No watches no mirrors No youself and myself myself No mom and no pop No babies and no dogs No news and no wars No cars and no towers No candies and no wines No movies, no V.C.R No watches no mirrors No youself and myself myself