Nevertheless
Curtains white let in the light.
Curtains drawn nobody home.
You'll know me from the curtain's twitch.
Windows break and windows fix.
Cardboard and a length of tape
cover spider cracks and chipping paint.
They're just letting in a little light.
They're just letting in a little air.
I don't care.
Feather dust and cobwebs go,
dusting high and dusting low.
Spraying gravel in the lane,
stop and pull the curtains back again.
I look for quarters in the snow,
pacing up and down the side of the road.
I'm a moving target.
I keep every single rock they throw.
I know it ain't right. I know it ain't right.
I know it ain't right but I don't care.
I know it ain't right. I know it ain't right.
I know it ain't right but I don't care.
Curtains white let in the light.
Curtains drawn nobody home.
I know it ain't right.
'Cause windows break and windows fix!
Autor(es): Christine Fellows
