Mrs. Kennedy

Last stop for a small town shop

Last stop if you have to get off

I was going east and a man [?]

But I couldn't wait to get to the big white top

And beside me was a woman

With a busted locket around her neck

She was looking out the window

And something seemed a little out of step

Then she heard the sound of the weapon and

Wondered if I'd heard it too

She said "Well, it won't be any less settling

After what we've been put through"

You go back to your painting Mrs. Kennedy

He won't be coming home tonight

Why don't you try and get some sleep

And you go back to your painting Mrs. Kennedy

He won't be coming home tonight

Why don't you try and get some sleep

I've heard of a girl killed on a bicycle

The ground was turned to snow

Wether she looked both ways before she crossed

Is not for any of us to know

I know the boy who is the driver

Who laughs at all he sees

I know a boy who cannot help what he does

And that boy you know is me

She said "Come to me, America

I've been waiting too

Can you believe it's been this long

After what we've been put through"

I say you go back to your painting Mrs. Kennedy

He won't be coming back tonight

Why don't you try and get some sleep

And you go back to your painting Mrs. Kennedy

He won't be coming back tonight

Why don't you try and get some sleep

Again and I say you're up late

Putting stars on your ceiling

And I'm up late wondering

If that's really what you're doing

Go back to your book

Jesus is stone throwing

You can't wear a strapless

When your truss is overflowing

And it's hard to tell

If it's the moon or the sun

Behind those plastic shades

And the mansion's nice in the summer

When you don't use the maids

While [?]

Falls in the autumn air

I used to be in love

Oh who cares

Come home

Bobby come home

He won't be coming home tonight

Why don't you try and get some sleep

Come home

Bobby come home

He won't be coming home tonight

Why don't you try and get some sleep

And you go back to your painting Mrs. Kennedy

He won't be coming back tonight

Why don't you try and get some sleep

And you go back to your painting Mrs. Kennedy

He won't be coming back tonight

Why don't you try and get some sleep