Probably find I’m dying

When the sun starts shining

Watch a storm roll in

And let it wash our dirty dishes

On the mind I’m wired

On the rest I’m tired

When I lie back down

You’ll brush your teeth and turn the lights out

Oh the house gets cold

When that frozen wind blows

But under the bed and dressers

We keep our extra pennies

And the notes where we wrote out something funny

For another

For another

For another

Collect a wage

And look both ways

And save my files just in case

But if my hard drive starts on fire

Who will find them anyway

Looking out from my room

I see all the flowers bloom