Stumbling
never really liked the way I stumble
stumble, stumble
stumble and stumble
where’s the song we used to stumble over the words
because at least i could enjoy the jumping and stumbling
of the tape
it was a red van, not a white one
so we always knew it was him who was giving the good
kind of candy, and not type that makes you fall asleep
you know what i’m talking about
so now i’m stumbling over words
stumbling over people
i didn’t know there was a dead squirrel on the stairs
why is there a dead squirrel on the stairs??
now i’m stumbled and stumped
thinking about that red van
who’s driving it now
does the tape still jump
or maybe it’s jumping back to the same place now that he’s gone
it never jumped like that when we met him for the first time
i guess all of the cassettes had to stumble for a while
now he’s got the unstumbled cassettes of all our little adventures
nothing missing, nothing broken
live on channel 37
Copyright © Ramael Ashta | Year Posted 2024
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