Crow's Neck Road

You do the dishes in the morning, I lay the table at night

You say I’m costing you a fortune, I say you never take me out

When we joke we laugh like fools, and when we sleep we sleep like spoons

We head for the country at the weekend, leaving the city streets behind

We stop the car and put our boots on, and then we just walk for miles and miles

And we dream about leading different lives: Imagine if we lived on Crow’s Neck Road

Our ceiling’s made of tissue paper but our upstairs neighbour doesn’t know

Her cd collection drives us crazy, it must be a sign of getting old

Our walls are bursting at the seams, we’re sardines in a sardine tin

But I don’t believe life could be more sweet, even if we lived on Crow’s Neck Road

On Crow’s Neck Road the sugarpear is blooming

A saltmarsh breeze is blowing off the bay

There’s elderberry later in the season

And silver maples grow on Crow’s Neck Road

You do the dishes in the morning, I lay the table at night

You say your mother should've warned you, I say you never take me out

But you could never mean any more to me, even if we lived on Crow's Neck Road 

©Liz Simcock 2003