Parking Meter Blues

I have filled

A calender with

Tos and froes and dries to prove I would be fine

Since we filled

The parking meters with

Twos and tens and fives just to get me outside

I kept one eye on the phone

And one on eye on the clock

The numbers let me know

That nothing else had stopped

I kept one eye on the phone

And one eye on the clock

The numbers told me so

That nothing else had stopped

Except you and I

I have filled

The silence many times

With me myself and I

To prove I was still mine

Since we filled

The parking meters with

Twos and tens and fives

I wish that I could drive

I kept one eye on the road

And one eye on the clock

The numbers let me know

That nothing else had stopped

I kept one eye on the road

And one eye on the clock

We moving so I would know

That nothing else had stopped

'Cept you and I

We have filled

The calender four times

Each two, each four, each five

Was circled every time

Dressed up to the nines