My man, Stan, get wind of the plan
Did you see your bosses do tricks with their sleeve?
I care about love but does it seem right
to love 'em much more as I do when they leave?
They tell me they love you to do double time
Keep minimum wages and bank and behave
We're renting to own, pay bills like a clerk
on a bench by the candle light, tight in our cave
God, wake up by dawn
O, thank you for sleep
All ready what ever comes down
For love or to love you as long as we keep
one nostril in air we won't drown
Am I resonating the future you see:
Atlas' world order shrugs God off like dust?
O, how it will be when the work is done free
Our love is thrown under her fast moving bus
So soon will be Christmas I'm singing along
Sweet music again in the world and beyond
I'm so in love, Stan, always my best man
I'll really miss you whenever you're gone..
©2011 Gary Ottoson | To Sue, and Sue, and many friends, Merry Christmas !
