hermit

angie fights crime

RPM 2014

been so long since I’ve been out of the city
maybe even longer than I can remember
tried to leave many times, oh what a pity
there’s no around anymore to take me away

should I be a hermit in a barrel
under the brush creek bridge, with a dollar
and a crazy old man, comes at me
with a rusty lid, for my dollar
when it’s raining I come out of the rain
when the sun shines I come out again
when it’s hot I just mosey along
when it’s cold I cry for my mother to save me