Cinnamon

In the outhouse rain goes pitter-patter We are waiting for our ever after On the blackboard meet me at the station I'm at platform seven waiting for the wind to change Hold his neck up, lifeless like a turkey Limp and feeling breathless Pressed upon the coffee stand Didn't I say I'd stay home tonight Didn't I say I'd stay home tonight Home tonight Home tonight But I cannot win My spine made of cinnamon In my life how can I grow this garden I've been making weeds into medicine Didn't I say I would dig them out Didn't I say I would dig them out Dig them out Dig them out But I cannot win My spine made of cinnamon In the city I am like a budgie Got to be an arrow there's always a price to pay Didn't I say I would stay awake Didn't I say I would stay away Stay away Stay away But I cannot win My spine made of cinnamon But I cannot win My spine made of cinnamon But I cannot win My spine made of cinnamon