Willy Spends an Evening

Every morning rises the idiot son
Like he’s the only one
With too much to get done
Willy spends an evening with the white light on
Trying to stay in tune
While she plays bassoon
They find a resolution but she still feels blue
Like she got nothing left to lose
What’s he to do

Willy’s finding it hard
To concentrate
On the things she’d say out loud
And he knows it’s wrong
But he decides to stay
To count the days
Until it gets all better

Off she goes with her (?)
In ten seconds flat
Well she’s off the map
She finds a substitution but she still feels blue
Like she got nothing left to lose
What’s she to do

When she’s finding it hard
To concentrate
On the things she’d say out loud
And she knows it’s wrong
But she decides to stay
To count her days
Until it gets all better

If something’s bothering you
You better find out why
You ought to give it a try
You won’t fall out of the sky
In every place we know and every place that we don’t
Oh we could get so close
And maybe wind up broken
And every resolution we could still feel blue
Oh it’s a little sad but it’s true
What are we to do