Lyrics

The Month

Where you are has taught you well,
well, I can tell you will go far -- on your own.
You always send me home when I am full,
well, I think I can eat some.

Well, you can never think of me something to fool with.
I haven't eaten my fill, but I know where the food is.
I'll just think highly upon you as you walk by.

Sell it straight or won't you tell me where it is.
Find out loud what you've kept under your skin.
Rip the clothes off your simple-minded grin.
"Meet me in the middle."

Everyday I find a new friend now trapped inside my doorway.
They can't take the place of you, but ease
me in my point of view -- in their own way.

If you opened up to me I really can't remember,
yet I remember when the sun shone in November.
I'll still think highly of you as you go by.

Sell it straight or won't you tell me where it is.
Find out loud what you've trapped under your skin.
Rip the clothes off your simple-minded grin.
"Meet me in the middle."

You go by.
The month goes by.
A month apart.
You go by. The month goes by.

Sell it straight or won't you tell me where it is.
Find out loud what you've kept under your skin.
Rip the clothes off your simple-minded grin.
"Meet me in the middle."
Sell it straight or won't you tell me where it is.
Find out loud what you've trapped under your skin.
Rip the clothes off your simple-minded grin.


(words & music Peter Carucci)