The Underwood Typewriter

The roots are deep below the ground

I like to walk with you in the evening

Up the hill and back down

I watch the mail boat from the clearing

My mind is so confused

I climb back on top of you

I'm changing the ribbon

In this old underwood

Step out of your dress and I'll wear you like a hood

For a hood is a home

For someone who lives alone

I draw a line from a to b

And what happens in between

It is an open mystery

As far as I can see

My mind is so confused

I climb back on top of you

I'm changing the ribbon

In this old underwood

Step out of you're dress and I'll wear you like a hood

For a hood is a home

For someone who lives alone