Humdinger

Well Katie's on the corner over past the tracks
Thinking about the present and thinking about the past.
Thinking about the future, how it always comes around too fast.
It's the three o clock coffee
The five o clock gin
It's taking the bins out and bringing them in.
It's not right now
And it's hopefully soon
And it's way back when.

It's the rhythm, the routine,
It's the ritual on repeat.
It's a real humdinger son of a bitch.
Know what I mean?

Well Katie's on the corner
Every other day
Watching all the water in the river run away
Watching all the rushes in the reed beds lazily sway.
It's the six o clock Simpsons
The Ten o clock news
It's paying the mortgage
And paying your dues.
It's not right now
And it's way back when
And it's hopefully soon.

It's the rhythm, the routine,
It's the ritual on repeat.
It's a real humdinger son of a bitch.
Know what I mean?