did you see my brand new phonograph

it’s in the living room

well i was aiming to impress you

 

i filled it up, the birdhouse in the yard

its belly full of hope

with knowing what could visit soon

 

i don’t know how we made through wyoming

crossed the double line

and we’d be done before we start

 

but now we’re sleeping late on sunday

and you’ll mow the lawn

after my nightmares all are done

 

the cat sits on the window frame

and twitches at your tendencies

to lean into the bluest notes

 

i’m glad we lost the whole piano front

i like to see the strings that shake

and hum your grandiose