Fine Folk - May 1st Lyrics

It was a Monday, the first day of May
I walked into his living room with nothing to say
The man in the chair took my left hand
And he landed
On the three lines that mark where I've been
And where I'm going

He told me I loved you but that it was through
And I better stop looking 'cause a river only runs as far as it sees to
Another will come my way someday
But for now
Get your back straight
And pour your headache into your teacup

And I-I-I-I
Have too many blocks to walk before I get home
And I-I-I-I
Have too many blocks to walk before I get home

Universal feelings run that overtake
Views of the park that don't underestimate
The beauty of time and beauty of waiting
My lines never cross they never
Why don't they cross
They're in a straight line
I'm growing tired of this
Nondisclosure

It's been three months now how did it pass by this quickly
Satisfaction without a product doesn't seem as fleeting as I thought it might be
Another will come my way someday
But for now
Get your back straight
And pour your headache into your teacup

And I-I-I-I
Have too many blocks to walk before I get home
And I-I-I-I
Have too many blocks to walk before I get home

Universal feelings run that overtake
Views of the park that don't underestimate
The beauty of time and beauty of waiting
My lines never cross they never
Why don't they cross
They're in a straight line
I'm growing tired of this
Nondisclosure

And I-I-I-I
Have too many blocks to walk before I get home
And I-I-I-I
Have too many blocks to walk before I get home.