Sculpture Garden

I miss the girl that I missed That I should have kissed Like in some sad movie. I miss the money I had And I’m feeling bad. Well, wouldn’t you be? Boxes and chairs on the stairs. Don’t go up there, or you’ll be sorry! And all the snow on the moon Will be melting soon. Why should we worry? Every little thing that I say Comes out the wrong way In the sculpture garden. Now I’m calling you on the phone, Pick up if you’re home. I beg your pardon.