The cats scratching the door, he wants to come in,
He must've been caught stargazing again.
I should just lay down an old matt,
Look up to the skies with that old cat.
That old cat.
One day I'm gonna touch all of them,
That white moon and those sparkling silver jems.
That big fat cat will be there too,
Chasing me like a bride to a groom.
Bride to a groom.
You must have dropped a bottle earlier
There's glass all over my kitchen floor.
I'll grab my broom and then my mop,
And fill a new bottle to the top.
To the top.
I'll wait for in your gray car.
You've never parked away so damn far.
It's a longer to take a drive than to walk,
But at least I'll sit with you and talk.
And talk, if you wanted to.
Look at my eyes, what colour are they?
If you say green, it's all okay.
Maybe I'll just sit on the step by the door,
It's been much more complicated before.
And here comes strutting that big old cat,
It's been awhile since he's been back.
I always wonder if it's the end,
But I hold my tongue and he's back again.
Oh, he's back again.