The Bear at the Window

The bear’s at the window
The moon is on time
The record keeps playing
That nursery rhyme
The shape of my toenail
Reminds me of Spain
A half glass of whiskey
Is all that remains
Your phone’s on the table
My head’s on it’s way
Down the drain
I need a little hallelujah
To feel no pain
To feel no pain
A light in the attic
A bird in a cage
Dear Mrs. Henry
Feeds Mr. Beige
The lock on the window
Is rusted and cold
There’s bread on the counter
That’s seven days old
The bear’s on my shoulders
He’s more than I’m able to hold
Get along little doggie
Say what you will
Say what you will
A song for your birthday
A knock on your door
My hand’s in your cookie jar
Looking for more
The clouds are behind you
It’s blue up ahead
I’m looking for synonyms
Rhyming with dread
My bulldog reflection
Stares back from the mirror instead
I need a little hallelujah
To feel no pain
To feel no pain