I've got a wimpy shower,
It hasn't got no power,
And when I clean myself,
It takes at least a fucking hour,
I'm moving out,
Somewhere far away
Where the only blues I know are in the sky to brighten up my day.

My walls are falling down,
Like the walls of Jericho,
And how the roof is still above me,
I don't really know,
But I'm moving out,
Before the ceiling falls on me.
I'm moving on down to the shore,
Where the only blues are filling up the sea.

I finally slam the door,
I won't go there no more,
I take my feet out to the street,
I'm finished with that hardwood floor
I'm moving out,
Somewhere where I'll be free.
Where the only blues I'll see
Are in your eyes a-staring back at me.

© Christopher White 2004