Father’s Office

Four scenes each of them framed
Pure clean New England air
Leaks through the panes
Onto me too

It's like you've got it made
It's like you couldn't care
Less about rain
Falling falling falling falling falling

Dripping wet from the storm
Sipping his Eagle Rare
To keep me warm
Always always calling always always

In your father's office I am sick
In your father's office I am sick
In your father's office I am sick

I would beg for you
I would beg for you
And I'd die for you

Always always calling
Always always falling onto you too

In your father's office I am sick
In your father's office I am sick
In your father's office I am sick
In your father's office I am sick
In your father's office I am sick
In your fathеr's office I am sick