So lets all raist a toast
to my pretty pretty host
her fingers crawl across the keys
to please those who wouldnt leave
so consider the ghosts as guests
disease and all the rest
(and we could dance on the roofs like we were brand new
and all the sheets in town would all be in use)
when the sun comes up
we could make em all leave
we could make em all leave
we could make em all leave
well wake to find the ears of our toast
hanging up on a telephone pole
blowin in new england days
just as white flags showin their age
a white flag showin its age
just white flags showin their age