Watching pure white clouds float slowly across my room. gazing out the windows at a eerie crimson moon. I start feeling that familiar feeling in my empty tummy as you dance around the room like a goofy clueless dummy I grab my wallet and you do the same both so broke it's lame. We both look at each other knowing whats to come at the same exact time we count all our money to the last dime. (piano solo) Shoes go on were out the door I day it looks like rain you day I hope it don't pour Set out on foot walking slowly grateful my partner in crimes with me so I'm not so lonely. (marching band drumline and trumpet solo) All We can think about is getting to Jim's foods so we can load up on snacks to fit the mood. fruit filled pies 2 fo 99 so tasty and Devine. peanutbutter chocolate cups Oh yeah that's what's up Look they have bacon mac n cheese You look at me giggle and say oh please. No cooking will get done in the state of zen your in so keep your mouth shut dont tease. OK I agree your right sadly there will be no Mac n cheese (old school saloon piano solo) We grab some more late night goodies all our favorites on the counter stacked we know we better stop there before there's too much to Carry back. We start our journey cutting therw dense fog back to the house Walking slowly quietly as a delicately as late night timid mouse I swing open the door we step within. Some more white clouds to keep the zen The moments come . Its come at last the long waits over .its in the past Sitting on the hardwood floor surrounded by sweets and salty treats galore secretly wishing we had bought a bit more. eyes full of joy gazing at our haul. We eat and crunch and slurp and munch until we've ate it all. We smoke some more to ease our aching bellies you let out a burp so funky so smelly . the dog gives you a glare but he's really just jelly. so happy to have you at times like this my cloud blowing friend it woukdnt be the same without you for the epic late night munchies binge. We eat and crunch and slurp and munch until we're aching in the end Laying on the hardwood floor with my cloud blowing late night munchies friend. Always left looking forward to the next time we do it again (trumpet and piano outro)
