Waltz for Falling Down the Stairs

Jonah Myers


The night is young, and the nightmares are old
My shoes are too small but my feet won't get cold
I've gone crazy, and nothing makes sense
I've got no more bagels, but nothing makes sense
Currants are everywhere

​I got no more bagels
I got no more bagels
​Na nana na nana na nana na
​I got no more bagels
​The carbs are all gone
I got no more bagels tonight

I burnt a canoe and i'm feeling just fine
​So find me some shoes and we'll dance through the night
​The teaspoons are DJs; it's such a big leap
​And if you think this makes sense then you're crazier than me​


Writer/s: Jonah Myers