Keyboard

"Good evenin' ya'll
Welcome to the Fuzzy Doggy"

Yeah, he saw a lot of shit
And talked a lot of shit
He tried to stay on top of
It but did the opposite
And when it started comin' apart
The poor man thought he did the obvious
And hopped inside a tour van
He was a roadie for
Your favorite indie-what band
Big enough to make the cool
Kids say: "Fuck them"
He was a sucker sellin' merch for the summer
Thought it sounded fun and it made
A little bread 'n butter

"I love ya" the last words heard as
The bus pulls away from the curb
(From the curb)
As it pulled on the 94 he forgot about the
Line and the crime and the times before
Already missed her, bitch made, lift
Her, switchblade, pull her, ribcage, quivers
Leave a message, chokin' on the vocals
Callus on the finger he uses
To dial the mobile

A week into it he was a freak, he knew it
A nervous wreck, couldn't sleep
Couldn't do shit
He hadn't heard from her in a couple days
"What? You too busy? C'mon
Give me a fuckin' break"
You want an explanation
'Cause right now you feelin'
Just a little exploitation
Phone call found home in a sound
Calm down now
Don't let the walls all fall down now

You are teaching yourself to
Play the keyboard?
What kind of bullshit is that? Oh
Are you for real?
That's why you didn't call me back?"

Well alright
Just try to make it through the tour alive
Soon enough you get to drive up 35
Gotta survive a little more time on the road
Before you get to go home to your life
And when the shit looks familiar
You know it didn't kill ya
Just more dirt in the filter
When you get up in the house
You can sit her on the couch
And show her what it's really all about now

And maybe she will serenade you
(Play me something)
With a song that she wrote for you
(yeah, yeah, show me- play me somethin')
Because she missed you (Play me somethin)
And she loves you, right?

Honey, I'm home! But your shit's all gone
And you're gone too, yo
This shit's all wrong
She packed up and moved out
Bagged up and flew out the nest
Like that, she had to track up a new route
What? She took the keyboard
It's for the best
She'll need something to do
When she gets depressed
And when you get upset
You can spend your breath
Lookin' out the window waitin'
For her footsteps
And not a single dream goes by
Without the pretty little fingers
Making notes fly
Middle of the night, tryin' to sleep
But you hear her at the front
Door fuckin' with her keys

Now she thinks of you when
She plays those keys
She knows which notes she ain't
Write on her own there's no way to make her
Wait and stay lonely
But maybe someday your baby might have a home

Now she thinks of you when
She plays those keys
She knows which notes she ain't
Write on her own there's no way to make her
Wait and stay lonely
But maybe someday your baby might have a home

Now she thinks of you when
She plays those keys
She knows which notes she ain't
Write on her own there's no way to make her
Wait and stay lonely
But maybe someday your baby might have a home

When I hear her songs
It makes the sun shut down
It doesn't come back 'til she goes away
I wait until the day she don't come around
And I listen to the sound of no more to say

"I got nothing to say to you for real
I'm gonna get off the phone now
Yeah have a good night"
(Night, night, night, night, night, night
Night, night, night, night, night
Night, night, night, night, night, night
Night, night, night, night, night)