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?