Broom People

[Verse 1] '36 Hudson in the garage All sorts of junk in the unattached spare room Dishes in the kitchen sink New straw for the old broom [Chorus 1] Friends who don't have a clue Well-meaning teachers But down in your arms, in your arms I am a wild creature [Verse 2] Floor two-foot high with newspapers White carpet thick with pet hair Half-eaten gallons of ice cream in the freezer Fresh fuel for the sodium flares [Chorus 2] I write down good reasons to freeze to death In my spiral ring notebook But in the long tresses of your hair I am a babbling brook