The Bitter Suite
I was told when I was young
That we are all of us fools in love
So I’ve made up my mind
To leave lovers behind
I’ll make them a key
And invite them to stay with me
In the Bitter Suite
When I was old, I turned from sorrow
I went and forgot I wanted anything from tomorrow
Wish I had regrets
Wish I could shed a single tear
Wish I had the words
Wish I had heart enough to sing
"The Bitter Suite"
This strange sinking feeling that
Feels like it’s got away from me again
Well, it’s leaving me empty
With plenty of room for dreams
I never let myself have
For fear that they’ll finally come true
I’m glad that you’re here
And you see this wallpaper too
I confess I wasn’t sure I wanted you to
In the Bitter Suite I’ll stay and
I’ll make some room for you
With this bitter suite we’re singing
I’ll add harmonies for you
I was told that one day I’d miss
The days when the world came together like this
Don’t know what to say
I hate to say I told you so
Wish I could agree
Wish I had the guts to try the taste
Of something so bittersweet
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.