Critter

Listen to your friends
Know they’re comforted
You’re a helping hand
The sun facing to the west, yeah
Did you wanna talk to me?
On the telephone?
Brush my tears on a Monday
I don’t wanna be alone
My number’s six and four
Put upon a door
You’re the morning man
Exclaiming «Everyone tell the east side»
Did you wanna talk to me?
On the telephone?
Brush my tears
The one way idle wheels will roll
Giddy up, yes, yeah
'Cause more and more
Press my tears in a January morning marigold
When I taste your teeth in the apple grove
Brush my tears
The Monday I won’t feel alone
Giddy up, yes, yeah
We goin' home
Brush my tears
On the one way that I don’t want to be alone