What did that hippy say
to make you so angry, anyway
it didn't sound so bad to me
you say we both need a little sleep
go back to counting sheep
a twist of lemon in our tea
and I know that back in New York City
where you cannot relax
you never turn your back
we wouldn't have to wonder
we wouldn't need to ask
I had an awful evening
got stuck and left stumbling
trailing blood back to the hole
that gives me shelter from the cold
putting pennies in a roll
to come and see you in the snow