I Don’t Mind

Truly, with his thorn in your side

and you don’t know why

Julie dips her toe in the tide

and she don’t know why

No, she don’t know why she got

all dolled up for a suicide

And when the stage lights dimmed on the fading scrim,

it was morning before the cheering died

Is it too late to tell you that I don’t mind?

King George in imperial robe

and a lazy eye

knelt down as the semaphore broke

on his tawdry bride

But we don’t know why he got

all stressed out on the motherland

With his T.V. sets and his fighter jets

and the royal ubiquitous handycam

Is it too late to tell you that I don’t mind?

Here’s you with your mom on your back

going into the woods

She’s so proud that you’re staying on track

like a good son should

But you don’t know why you got

all choked up when you said goodbye

And you can hear her still when the nights are still

all crying out for calamine

Is it too late to tell you that I don’t mind?

Is it too late to tell you that I don’t mind?