Someday House - Greg Brown

Someday House

I’m living in a someday house

I’m here and I’m there

I’m staring at your blouse

Thrown over a chair

I’m deep in a quandary

Another child that got old

I don’t mind doing the laundry

If you’ll help me fold

Looks like bright sunshine

Well, let’s hang’em out on the line

And then it starts to rain again

It’s too quiet on this block

They call it a nice neighborhood

But I’m staring at the clock

And I’m up to no good

I can sleep when I’m dead

If I live that long

Forget everything I said

I know most of it was wrong

I can twist and I can shout

Come on, let’s go out

And then it starts to rain again

Well, you don’t fire from the hip

You’re a real straight shooter

You got such pretty lips

Do you know what you do to

A man like me;

odd fellow

Who just has to be outside

I don’t need no umbrella

Will you be my bride?

I’ll be the one with the apple

Let’s go down to the chapel

Even if it starts to rain again