In The End

Dear house that I grew up in
I’m sorry I had to leave
I met this guy
A swell kind of guy
He takes good care of me
He bought me a beautiful thick book
It’s about love

But that doesn’t mean I have forgotten
what you done for me
You were the first friend I ever had
Even the bits I never visited

Like the basement
It was full of spiders
And old photos that we had forgotten about
But everyone has a dark place inside of them
Even you, especially me

Dear house that I grew up in
I met this guy
A real charmer of a guy
He wants me to move away with him
Start a nice family, settle down
He bought me a nice thick book
It’s on good housekeeping

He brings in the dough and bakes it
He breaks the bread and spreads the butter
I eat the bread with a surprising apatite
I envy the bread
At least it has a final destination

Dear old house that I grew up in
I’m having a real hard time just now
Who am I?
I used to be so strong, so independent
Now I am a pet to the man I love
He still buys me trundling big books
Its about obedience

What’s the use in wondering
Life is a real carousel anyway
We go around in circles
But eventually the ride stops
And all those thick books that I’ve read
Will count for nothing in the end