Rama Lama

Sons and Daughters

On a blue antique night 
In early October 
His wavy brown hair 
Stuck wet to his shoulder 

And its click, click, click 
Go the heels of his feet 
Listen 
How long has it been since the boyfriend has visited 

The milk's in a pile by the door 
Her series is playing on terrestrial T.V. the neighbours they don't even know 
And its click, click, click 
Go the heels of his feet 

Listen 
Did you hang her out to dry?
The meal that she was going to eat for her dinner 
Is left on a plate by the stove 

While there's unopened bills and letters and junk mail
All strewn on the mat by the door 
And its click, click click 
Go the heels of his feet

Listen
Did you hang her out to dry?
Rama lama lama
Shake, shake, shake, shake

How long has it been since the boyfriend has visited
The papers are filling the close
While she's face down on porcelain
An inchful of bathwater

The neighbours they don't even know or care
And its drip, drip, drip
Goes the tap on her ankles
Listen

Did you hang her out to dry?
Rama lama lama
Shake, shake, shake, shake