Lyrics Chris Garneau

Chris Garneau

So Far

Like the touch of my mother's hand on my head

I'll miss you, too when I go to bed

We've ruined all the new pots

And the metal in the egg crate cots

But we haven't missed

A good day of television yet so far

But we haven't missed

A good day of television yet so far

The dishwasher's on now, cleaning somehow

The baby bits of hamburger helper that dried too soon

We leave out the milk and it rots

And the mayonnaise that we get from Tops

But we haven't missed

A day of eating good food yet so far

But we haven't missed

A day of eating good food yet so far

You love good

But I think you should

Go home, honey

'Cause we haven't got any money

Like the touch of my mother's hand on my head

I'll miss you, too when I go to bed

We've ruined all the new pots

And the metal in the egg crate cots

But we haven't missed

A good day of television yet so far

But we haven't missed

A good day of television yet so far