Blue Paper

She used to clean up nicely, play dress up

Now she's throwing her clothes away, says she needs the added space

She used to walk on concrete, now the sidewalk

Isn't green enough for her, says she misses Mother Earth

She keeps on telling me I'm not made for this

So they never give you the time of day, but do you really care?

Oh no, I don't buy it for a second

Now you say you're finished up with the finer life of trawlers and yet

Oh no, I don't buy it for a second

Now you say you can't find the time to figure out your left amends

Oh no, I don't buy it for a second

Now you say you want peace and quiet, but could you really stand

Before your halcyon days were numbered

Make a move become tax exiles, in the desert

You don't choke on the winter's end, and the sky isn't hidden there

You don't need to leave the house when, it's a palace

And there's no one to offend, take a walk every now and then

She keeps on telling me I'm not made for this

So they never give you the time of day, but do you really care?

Oh no, I don't buy it for a second

Now you say you're finished up with the finer life of trawlers and yet

Oh no, I don't buy it for a second

Now you say you can't find the time to figure out you left amends

Oh no, I don't buy it for a second

Now you say you want peace and quiet, but could you really stand

Before your halcyon days were numbered, that's another, whole problem

Turn me on your mirror

The other side looks clearer

Write it on blue paper

Think about it later

Turn me on your mirror

The other side looks clearer

Write it on blue paper

Think about it later