I'm on Long Island some how,
And no ones shouting really loud,
And there's a stillness in the air,
And there's no reason for me to care,

I look outside from the top of the house,
In the sky; there's ominous clouds,
They're low and purple and they won't hide
Like skin beneath his eyes, and mine when I cry.

And if I want I'll go to New York.
I'll take the train and find a fork,
In times square I'll buy a hat,
And then I'll buy a fuzzy cat,
And when I take the 3 home,
I'll plant them to grow garden gnomes.

And maybe on the train I'll see a face,
And I'll see it again in a different place.
I'll ask it if we've met before,
And if we haven't I'll ask no more.

And in my garden I will peer,
I'll see my gnomes looking queer.
And where I planted the cat,
Will be a gnome with a fuzzy hat,
And where I planted the hat,
Will be a gnome with a fuzzy cat,
And where I planted the fork,
Well- things just work in New York.

So I've felt awful happy.
Think good thoughts-But don't get sappy!
And when I lay I don't curl up,
I spread out and I won't give up.

I keep thinking a silly thing,
Instead of talk let's just sing.
Cause there no point if we delete,
Lets just add what you can't keep.

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