Or, I'd Like to Live in My Basement
 

I'd like to live in my basement

With its dust and its damp and its mold

Where the spiders inhabit each casement

And it's pitch dark and always so cold.

 

I look down the stairs in amazement

Each night before going to bed

A warm bed is no fit replacement

I wish I were down there instead.

 

And when I am ready for sleeping,

Just before falling so hard

I often look out through my window

And wish I was out in the yard,

 

Or lost in the woods on a cold winter night,

Or high on a rooftop, about to take flight

Or somewhere I'd been at some time of the day

When it wasn't as scary or far and away.

 

Did you know you can fly in your dreams,

And the night isn't dark as it seems

When you're snuggled up warm in your bed,

And these thoughts are just all in your head?