Some Sign of Life
I could say a thousand things each one nicer than the last
And tell you how the die will be cast
I could lock your youth away, I could bottle up your laugh
I mean we’ll all need something to breathe in a couple days
With fingers through the holes in your coat
And episodes you know by rote
Remind me how they go
Give me now a chance to settle in
Again, begin
Friend I’ve come to welcome you, it’s the middle of the end
And in the middle of this night, we can pretend
We can make a plan for forty years and a score or more
We can say we know exactly what this has been for
In tales you tell by firelight
We might find some sign of life
With the epilogue in mind
Give me now some room to understand
Maybe hold my hand
And I’ll give you the time to you needed then
To begin again
Within you I find stories untold
Of coming days and worlds of old
Of crashing cars and fates too bold
Give me now the chance to settle in
Again begin
And I’ll give you the time you needed then
To begin again
Give me now some room to understand
Maybe hold my hand
And I’ll give you the space to safely rest
And nothing less
Give me now some sign of life
And I'll give you my time
Give me now some sign of life
And I'll give you my time
Give me now some sign of life
And I will give you mine
Give me now some sign of life
And I will give you mine
Give me now some sign of life
And I will give you mine
Give me now some sign of life
And I will give you mine
Give me now some sign of life
And I will give you, I will give you mine
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.