Cabin fever, Sunday blues
Lying on the kitchen floor.
Wishing you might come around and lift me up
'Cause I'm all out of good ideas

And I've been wondering if I could have kept you in a jar,
Kept the lid on for good
'Cause I know we can't go back,
Can't keep time from running
And I'm all out of good ideas,
But you know that, honey.

It's a sorry kind of summer, but I know
A thing or two about duck and cover,
Cut and run
And I'm longing to get rolling with the band,
Wide open sea
Back to what I need.

Chart a course for somewhere
That I can disappear
I'm trading places with the man in the morning paper
'Cause I know we can't go back,
Can't keep time from running
And I'm all out of good ideas,
But you know that, honey.

It's a sorry kind of summer, but I know
A thing or two about duck and cover,
Cut and run
And I'm longing to get rolling with the band,
Wide open sea
Back to what I need.

Cabin fever, Sunday blues.
Cabin fever, Sunday blues.


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