Mrs. Stogal, I think your tea is ready.
It has been boiling for quite a while now,
and the women across the street, well
they look pretty good to me.
Oh they look pretty good to me.
I think I’ll wipe my feet on their mat
to see how far I can take that.
Last nights scene was a wonderful thing.
She wore patches and tears of what she always wears.
"This is where my pain resides", I said. She said,
"this is were my pain resides".
And it starts with a man
whose fashion and his plans
have grown apart for me for a while
and I feel I’m growing out of style.
Oh, Mrs. Stogal, you better take what you can.
You know he’s only a man.
He’s not the currency of your labor and demand.
When I was a boy and she was a queen
she lived in dreams that I could only dream of.
She had everything that royalty could bring.
When I was a man, she was the same
without the king and castle that came
with the rights of his love,
plea-bargained to small talk without shelter.
Mrs. Stogal, if you don’t mind,
I’ll tell you the time with a look,
and with some words you haven’t heard,
I can finish the saddest chapter in our small book.
Chapter 5 would have stayed alive for a year or two
like something new, like every other scene,
but that’s our favorite thing now ain't that Mrs. Stogal.
I know that you’ve got the time and you’ve got your plans, and I have my tired hands
to cut away these needs and fears for another year.
Miss Stogal, you know I have to go now.
Your meat is on the market,
and I feel like such a butcher,
and I’m hungrier then these rivals
and these rivals they are not my friends.