LBM
I guess I’ve come to the end
I had a good run but
it’s over now
It was well worth the
pennies spent
But I can’t get back my time
And I wouldn’t want to
No, I wouldn’t dare to
Oh, what a thing to do
Cause I’d do it all again
The nights fatigued, the stress growing in my chest
Cause it’s done
The world opened up before me
And I won
And everything that I can do
Has come
Waiting to be conquered
Sounds like fun
As time races on without me
And I’m just catching up with history
I am done
I guess we’ve come to the end
All those hours I have lost and found again
Flooding though my synapses and falling out my eyes
Wiped away with shaking hands don’t tell me you’re surprised
It’s this precious time filling up my head
This fear that I’ll forget what did exist
Cause now it’s done
The world opened up before me
And I won
And everything that I can do
Has come
Waiting to be conquered
Sounds like fun
As time races on without me
And I’m just catching up with history
I am done
I’m a product of this end
The wasted minutes, the vital seconds,
The chorus of my friends
Will make up for whatever comes next
I hope it’s good but what could compare?
Still I’ll try
Oh I’ll try
To do a justice to this time
Cause I'll never get to do this again
With you my lovely sisters but it’s not over
No we’re not done
The world opened up before us
And we won
And everything that we can do
Has just begun
Waiting to be conquered
Doesn’t it sound fun?
The world can turn without us
Cause it’s not always about us
And this little haven we’ve called home
Is better than what we’ve been shown
Of picket fences, plastic houses
Better even than our spouses
We’ll live forever in this manor
With wooden walls, ionic glamour
And so these words I’ve shared with you
Are just the best that I can do
To honor you and all you gave me
Cause we made up our own history
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She called it direct action, and then
She lost my grandpa’s medicine,
My water bill was late,
She shredded wedding invitations
And she did not hesitate.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
We didn’t know if it was crickets or tinnitus that kept her up at night.
But don’t we all know that feeling in those lonely hours when something isn’t right?
Call it fate, call it karma, call it anything but boredom.
I mean that’s what it is, but no need to put too fine a point on it.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She called it a Saturday well spent.
She threw out my aunt’s thank you notes
And spat upon the census,
She delivered all our love letters
But to the wrong addresses.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She tampers with forever stamps,
Covered envelopes with gum,
Rubs together eager hands,
She’s only just begun!
And just about three days ago
Our Peggy lost her job.
Better pay for overnight
For it won’t be long…
But who could ever tell what might set her off?
It changes every time.
The one thing that we can tell you all for sure is that you’ll be fine,
But for those of us stuck here it’s just a simple fact of life.
It’s just another day with our local postal parasite.
So we sigh!
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She thinks the task is just her bent.
She ignores the fragile stickers
And throws packages about,
She signs her name on each petition so that there can be no doubt:
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.