Red Leather
// June 7th, 2010 // The Arts
You and me
on our little red leather couch
sitting on a goldmine
and digging for change
Sailing away on crimson waves
on our little red leather couch
Talking bout the weather
how it’s good to be together
in our own little clever little way
Here we go
On our little red leather couch
Talking bout tomorrow and the years to come
The sun goes down, and we’re still sitting round
In our over-sized sweaters
Oh it couldn’t be better
and my feet will never ever, never touch the ground
Where’d you hide
From our little red leather couch
My feet have gotten cold, and I’ve nobody to hold
My sweater fits well, and the weather is hell
And I shouldn’t have cried when the leather couch died
But you made it what it was
with your body shaped to fit
Me, all alone
on my cold wooden floor
with a piece of red leather and the weather is hell
Does it make me strange, If I’m terrible with change
without a little red leather
and a goosedown pillow feather
Well I guess it could be better
but you never can tell