To the Landlord

Since you fought for our land to keep it free
I’m just counting days till you come back to me
I become a down right
Staying home, it’s true
For the only one I care about is you
To the landlord
I’m the occupant apartment thirty four
To the mailman
Just a number in the hall
But to you
I’m someone special
I’m the one you’re fighting for
And to me that’s all that matters after all
When I meet the milkman going on his way
To himself he says
There goes one quart a day
To my friends
I’m just a fool who has no fun
But I’m happy being true, til you come home
To the landlord
I’m the occupant
To the landlord
I’m the occupant