Just To Have You Hum Along (The Futon Song)

The rumble of these tires along the highway
Reminds me of the way you'd hum along to all my songs
A little grin, a little groan oh baby
If I could just turn back the clock and hear you hum along again

I'd give up all this tea I bought hoping you'd stop by
At least a case of Orange Spice now
Tea is something I don't like

I like coffee

I like it dark

It's not for wimps

You're not a wimp

But you're a Buddist

That's like voodoo

Tea tastes like doodoo

But for you I'd buy tea

Just to have you

Hum along

The silence of this rain against my window
Reminds me of the way you hair did
Fall across your face
A little grin, a little sigh; I lost my heart
Now I'm riding in this van tonight and I'm wishing I could fly

And I'd give away this futon that I never understood
How I thought I'd ever like it
Futons are as hard as wood

I miss my waterbed

It was an old one

It had a heater

I liked the motion

It let me sleep late

It kept my feet warm

I'll never be hip

I am a moron

I don't know Budda

I don't like whole wheat

I don't like hard beds

I don't want cold feet

I love dark coffee

I may love Jesus

I need the caffeine

I don't miss you much

Please take these tea bags

For a compress

They'll ease the swelling

They'll ease the redness

You're gonna need them

You have a futon

It's like a flat rock

And you're a moron

You could be here now

On this waterbed

You'd like the motion

You could be here instead

I'd turn this van around

I'd give it all I've got

I'd crawl through shards of glass

I'd be what I was not

Just to have you

Hum along