Turtledove
A starry night so long ago
I saw a light so faint and low
A Christmas eve alone again
It makes me think of you and then I’m
Falling into the Turtledove
Falling into the arms of love
When we see the world outside
A feeling that we shouldn’t hide
Comes around each Christmas day
And I think of all I have to say
Falling into the Turtledove
Falling into the arms of love
And you never can hide on Christmas
Never sit and get by on Christmas
Now this Christmas I am coming home
So now I leave you with this song
And a thought that helps me get along
Merry Christmas from me to you
And to the world that we love too
Falling into the Turtledove
Falling in to the arms of love
And you never can hide on Christmas
Never sit and get by on Christmas
Now this Christmas I am coming home
Now this Christmas I am coming home
East Hampton Way
Christmas ended in 2014
Packed up boxes, packed up Christmas tree
And little babes I’m not even sure I’ll have
Won’t be sliding down the same old stairs
That I slid down in my youth
And it’s hard this time of year
Things aren’t quite as they were
Same time last year
The same decorations hung in different places
And garlands thrown in the fire to mask the scent of my desire
To remain the same
Driving down the 99
And nothing looks the same through these old eyes
Someone new lives there now
But they’ll never have that house quite in the same way
Though it’s hard this time of year
Things aren’t quite as they were
Same time last year
The same decorations hung in different places
And garlands thrown in the fire to mask the scent of my desire
To see you again
Tell Leon I love him I’ll see him next year
Through another window
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.