Cavalry

Mama I remember Sunday dinner, you’d stare across the hall
Now I do believe you were staring at nothing at all
The clocks all wound, black pepper ground, the curtains smooth and slim
I wondered why you’d need to iron them again and again
Won’t you call on the cavalry before I’m gone
Please call on the cavalry before I’m gone
Papa them papers never change, we’re always going to hell
The lotto’s always rigged, and the weather you can never quite tell
The Sox keep losing track of their roots and screwing the bullpen
I wondered why you’d need to let me know again and again
Won’t you call on the cavalry before I’m gone
Please call on the cavalry before I’m gone
I’ve been thinking, I’ve been drinking, I’ve been scraping rust
I’ve been keeping clean, the frames that have collected dust
Monday nights I watch the fights, on Thursdays I play cards
But maybe just this week, I’ll skip out on both
Won’t you call on the cavalry before I’m gone
Please call on the cavalry before I’m gone