Go to sleep while I gather all my things
And I will call you in a couple of days
I can hear the June bugs approaching
[bad word] army of them in my brain

"Sing," Theresa says. "Sing happy things,"
"Sing," Theresa says if I do everything
One day a man will spring worth loving

All of my friends fall from the sky now
Many more than I ever thought I had
Everyone is sharpening up their angles
When all I really want is

"Sing," Theresa says, "Sing happy things,"
"Sing," Theresa says if I do everything
One day a man will spring worth loving

"Sing," Theresa says, "Sing happy things,"
"Sing," Theresa says if I do everything
One day a man will spring worth loving