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