She wanted to come in, I know
But she brings with her
Mountains of rock
Valleys of snow
While I stumble inside
On a pebbly beach
On ankles like rubber
And sand bag feet
She wanted to come in, I’m sure
She did, as she stuck to the door
A speech of what more
And where else and when
She wanted to come in with her
Old iron plough that cuts out corners
From the walls and the windows
And leaves tea stains on the carpet
I simply just had to cut a tunnel through the ocean
Cast a magic potion and dance the night away in Goshen
With the Israelite slaves and the Egyptian boatmen
She would topple my totem pole and rob my tomb
She’d recline like a phoenix in smoky gloom
While rivers roll and the stairs are lost in time
She simply wanted to come in
But it was just at the wrong time
