Red Rover Lyrics

'Welcome home' are the words that Theresa mumbled to the
room. No one heard, and her statement, it echoed into the
vacuum. T-shirts heard her sigh, folded, barely dry on
the hamper. A dinner bell, she wished one would just
ring. It would not be too soon. 'Cause she's sick of
these bagels and pesto even though she gets these things
for free. Her recipes are those that the rest know and
she has not the drive to bother with such anonymity. On
the phone is a stately double-ringing. Someone must have called. When she checks she finds naught but
advertisement it was no one at all. They're 'in her
neighborhood now' installing dishes on the roofs, but
just then all she wanted was a friend, a soft place she
could fall. And she knows it's too late to run over,
'cause their linked arms are now cemented strong in this
extended game of Red Rover in the green grass where
fences force elipsis on the lawn.

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