Cluttered Mind

The golden pharaoh is on the road again
The cat is scratching at the door
In the other room Grandpa’s singing
Nintendo comes on channel four

An old cassette tape of Dr. King speaking
A broken Walkman on the floor
A heap of warm embraces
That don’t fit me anymore

Oh, what a cluttered mind

The rusty barrel gathers the rainfall
The broom is thrashing the floor
Grandma says her hands are aching
The tracking of a storm

A bee takes shelter in the window
Soon there’s hundreds more
I can see their wings beating
I can feel them swarm

Oh, what a cluttered mind