Mister Sampson

Another day and I’ll be fine I’ll be leaving this behind I can only stop and talk For a moment Remember when We moved in And we’d say hey over the fence And we would take the time To talk about The song birds Mister Sampson over there How’s your garden? How’s your hands? How’s Betty Anne? Man, old man It’s good to know you We load the car In the garage The room I used To play guitar Where we washed Our dirty clothes Was now as quiet As a roach We raise the door It slides along The idle motor Hums a song As we reverse Into the world It fades to nothing Mister Sampson over there How’s your garden? How’s your hands? How’s Betty Anne? Man, old man It’s good to know you Mister Sampson you take care As we drive by But he’s not there The road is old the pavement’s cold The panes are busted