i am not the groundskeeper
and i am mot the groundskeeper’s son
i don’t want a billion dollars
i just want to have fun
i am not the housekeeper
and i am not the housekeeper’s daughter
i don’t want to save the world
but maybe i oughta
i am not the butler
and i am not the butler’s secret dream
but i know many things
and things are not what they seem
i am not the master
and i am not the master’s favorite hound
but i lie awake at night
and hear strange sounds
i am not the mistress
and i am not the mistress’s little dog
but i walk alone at night
and get lost in the fog
i am not the cab driver
come to take the mistress to the train
but if you asked me what i know
there are things that no one can explain
i am not the footman
straightening my little black bow tie
i write no anonymous letters to the police
no, not i
i am not the pastry cook
muttering to myself as i roll my dough
there are things better left unsaid
there are things it is better not to know
i am nor the bishop
standing in the rain at the master’s grave
who will run to the mountain?
who will jump in the river and be saved?
i am not the grave digger
and i am not his shovel made of wood
but i would walk the earth
walk the earth forever, if i could
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