sitting in the breakfast nook

flipping through a saucy book

browsing for a bit of titillation

(that's what you do, that's what you do)

morning is warming on your mouth

last days of direct sunlight

for this part of the house



move into the great room

get the clean corn broom

sweaping up a sad old pillar of salt

(that's what you do, that's what you do)

you're feeling glummer as summer dies off

something was released with autumn's first cough



matter seem's immaculate

until it's consumed or distressed

see her with her kitchen soap

cleaning up the breakfast

she knows it's never finished

'till the other's replenished

it's never finished

'till the other's replenished



propped up on the mantel piece

throphies stuffed in a life that flies

a couple of seconds can be a long time

if'n it's froze, if'n it's froze



matter seem's immaculate

until it's consumed or distressed

see her with her kitchen soap

cleaning up the breakfast

she knows it's never finished

'till the other's replenished

it's never finished

'till the other's replenished