My Work Is So Behind

Smoke was feeling up the house

A burning yearning heat

The cats were watching through the haze

And licking at their feet

They were licking at their feet

A caller came and looked at me

And asked me if I'd mind

I said I would not normally

My work is so behind

I'm just way behind

The fire it sparkled in his smile

And then beneath his skin

And so he jumped right in right in

And so he jumped right in