Afternoons & Coffeespoons

What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?

There's a breeze that makes my breathing not to easy

I've had my lungs checked out with x-rays

I've smelled the hospital hallways

Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline

Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytime

Times when the day is like a play by Sartre

When it seems a book burning in perfect order

I gave the doctor my description

I've tried to stick to my prescriptions

Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline

Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytime

Oh, afternoons will be measured out

Measured out

Measured with coffee spoons and T.S. Elliot

Maybe if I could do a play-by-playback

I could change the test results that I will get back

I've watched the summer evenings pass by

I've heard the rattle in my bronchi

Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline

Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytime

Oh, afternoons will be measured out

Measured out

Measured with coffee spoons and T.S. Elliot

Afternoons will be measured out

Measured out

Measured with coffee spoons and T.S. Elliot