Spiders are singing in the salty breeze
Spiders are filling out tax returns
Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies
On a private beach in MichiganWhy can't they wish their kisses good
Why do they miss when their kisses should
Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys
On a private beach in MichiganThis recent rash of kidsmoke
All these telescopic poems
It's good to be aloneWhy can't they say what they want
Why can't they just say what they mean
Come clean, listen and talk
Hello private callers, IDs blockedThe sun will rise, we'll climb into cars
The future has a valley and a shortcut around
Who will wear the crown of drowning award
Hold a private light on a Michigan shoreYou fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke
From a microscopic home
It's good to be aloneI'll be in my bed
You can be the stone
That raises from the dead
And carries us all homeThere's no blood on my hands
I just do as I am told
Songwriters
JEFF TWEEDYPublished by
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