Compositor: Cornelia Murr
Take the kids out to see the wilderness
So they’ll remember what it is
While all the rest of us
Are stuck in technological adolescence
Never quite keeping up with the bills
While machines are writing poetry
I don’t know about you but I'm not ready
To give it all up and move to the country
What’s it gonna be
Can someone tell me
The special of the day is being held on layaway
In the meantime what else can I offer you today
I know little except that the remedy
Grows close to the leaf that stings
And the way that I see things in a dream
Doesn’t always lift upon waking
What’s it gonna be
Can someone tell me
The special of the day is being held on layaway
In the meantime what else can I offer you today
What’s it gonna be
What’s it gonna be
Layaway
Layaway
Layaway