Blue Paper

She used to clean up nicely, play dress up Now she's throwing her clothes away, says she needs the added space She used to walk on concrete, now the sidewalk Isn't green enough for her, says she misses Mother Earth She keeps on telling me, I'm not made for this So they never give you the time of day but do you really care Oh no, I don't buy it for a second Now you say you're finished up with the finer life of trawlers and yet Oh no, I don't buy it for a second Now you say you can't find the time to figure out you left ammends Oh no, I don't buy it for a second Now you say you want peace and quiet but could you really stand If all your halcyon days were numbered Make a move become tax exiles, in the desert You don't choke on the winter's end, and the sky isn't hidden there You don't need to leave the house when, it's a palace And there's no one to offend, take a walk every now and then She keeps on telling me, I'm not made for this So they never give you the time of day but do you really care Oh no, I don't buy it for a second Now you say you're finished up with the finer life of trawlers and yet Oh no, I don't buy it for a second Now you say you can't find the time to figure out you left ammends Oh no, I don't buy it for a second Now you say you want peace and quiet but could you really stand If all your halcyon days were numbered, that's another, whole problem Turn me on your mirror The other side looks clearer Write it on blue paper Think about it later Turn me on your mirror The other side looks clearer Write it on blue paper Think about it later