[Lyric] My Little Yellow Room (Abraham Cloud)

My Little Yellow Room

While you're fast asleep
And when you're on the street
While you're buying food
And when you're in the mood

I'll be here in my little yellow room
Writing songs and stories about you
Mailing them away to Washington
So when I die....
The memory lives on

While your reading books
Or worried about your looks
Mesmerized by clouds
Or drunk and talking loud

When you’re too afraid
To keep the date you made
Or walking cross the lawn
To see your neighbor John
I'll be here in my little yellow room
Writing songs and storiеs about you
Mailing them away to Washington
So when I die....
Thе memory lives on

Listen carefully and you will hear the sea
Chuckling at me about priorities
No one can disturb The perfect growing herb
Its climbing up the wall And stretching Down the hall
It's pushing me to be A piece of history

Give yourself To something larger
And you will fall Much farther faster
If I rest I'll never get there
Time is running out
Fuel is burning out
The song is so close now
It's knocking on the door

I'll be here in my little yellow room
Writing songs and stories about you
Mailing them away to Washington
When I die when I die when I die
The memory lives on
I'll be here in my little yellow room
Writing songs and stories about you
Mailing them away to Washington
So when I die when I die when I die
The memory lives on