I slipped,
And dripped,
And a year went past
Where I didn’t even make a sound,
Didn’t wanna make the wrong one
Didn’t wanna look out my window
And see faces of hate
By the same old tennis court,
Half the time the enemy coming in exotic
So I don’t even wanna play…
.
But now I’m back,
Volley up,
I got a day off and could
Line everybody’s soles with gold,
Cadding mixed grapes in gorgeous helpings.