Mysterious Tunnel

I just never could say, "good bye" or "adieu"

ooh, but the years, they have been so kind to you

there's some skills that I have learned to do

and I would certainly like to share them with you

you're outside hanging wet linen

and I am giving a Van Dyke listening

if you need a little help stretching the canvas

if you need a shaky ride to Lawrence, Kansas

if you need a little help hauling that big, fat sack

I'll be sitting right here beside my stone age fax machine

you're up there amongst the mountains

and I am drinking from a nasty water fountain

I just never could lay a bead on you

I took a sad envelope of seed from you

I just never could get something to take root

one just never can tell about the growth shoot

I am crouched with a weak shovel

and you are tending the mysterious tunnel