Up In The Attic

Up in the attic
Stairs are acrobatic
Air conditioner, water heater
Pilot’s automatic

Up in the attic
System is erratic
Landscape is dramatic
Dense and aromatic

Up in the attic
Tryin’ to be pragmatic
History fanatic
Tangible and static

Past is problematic
Touchingly traumatic
Secretly ecstatic
Excavating in the attic

Grandmama used to tell me
You better leave that stuff alone
Try to lock it away
For some rainy day
To get forgotten but not gone
You better stick where it doesn’t show
You better hide it where you’ll never know
Rainy day’ll come water that seed and make it grow
Oh no.

Goin’ up in the attic
Baby, you can’t come
Goin’ up in the attic
Got to go it alone
Goin’ up in the attic
Baby, you can’t come
Goin’ up in the attic
Got to go it alone

Down in the basement
Brown bag of cement
Wet cigarette butts
Clogging up the drain pipe

Out in the back yard
Recreating too hard
Gotta get the lawn cut
Gotta fix the porch light

Up in the attic
Memory’s diplomatic
The plot is cinematic
The lessons are emphatic

Box of musty old mementos
Bunch of letters. Guess who sent those
Script rewritten in my head
Found out what she really said
There’s that girl that got away
Thought about her yesterday
Got a letter on her sweater
Never met her. Can’t forget her
Who is this guy trying to be?
That’s my name, but who is he?
Auto-archeology
Investigating being me

Up in the attic
Baby, you can’t come
Goin’ up in the attic
Got to go it alone
Goin’ up in the attic
Baby, you can’t come
Goin’ up in the attic
Got to go it alone
Goin’ up in the attic
Baby, you can’t come
Goin’ up in the attic
Got to go it alone
Said I’m up in the attic
Baby, you can’t come
Goin’ up in the attic
Got to go it alone