late nite yes, hamsters, and the undertaker of love

Working at HoJos as a dishwasher didn’t really offer much in the way of wooing the ladies…….So when I saw her I had to be real s t i l l….. ..and wait for her to leave. I walked up to Debbie and asked….”Debbie…...crinkled nose………who was that?” Oh that’s my sister Anita……silence….Debbie looks me up and down….”why?” …….my head tilts just a little bit…”shes ……….very……. pretty”. Eventually I roped her into going out and the first thing she did was punch me in the arm…” I was all sweaty and wearing a TRACK suit that day you goof”………….we got along GREAT........ But I killed it and didn’t figure out what I’d done until later. Now I can’t take credit here.

Maybe I think too much but something's wrong
There's something here that doesn't last too long
Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine

In forth grade my hamster died. Bear with me…….he stayed downstairs which wasn’t the warmest place in the house and I went down one day to feed him and play a bit and there he was……… all stiff…..…eyes closed. ……AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!.............Im jumping up and down ONONONONONONO!!!!!! I get him out and run upstairs to the kitchen…. WhadoIdo?whadoIdo?whadoIdo? I get some warm water in a medicine dropper and give it to him…………nuthin……..milk!!! give him some milk!!!!! I get some milk and put it in the dropper…….I give it to him and ……….he sputters…..HES ALIVE!!!!!!!!!! So I keep giving him drops of milk …..for about 2 hours…...he sputters but he’s stiff as a board… later that day I buried him out back in a shoe box……...in the rain…....with a little prayer….……Bout…..mmmm…….6 years later I’m sitting in biology class and the teacher starts talking about how some mammals like bears can hibernate…….”you mean like hamsters?” …… “yes Mr. Logan”…..”like…...when they get cold??”.....”yes Mr. Logan”………fan…….tastic….. I buried my hamster………..alive. It was a bit too late to do anything about it at that point. Yep…… messed that one up……
Anita and I hadn’t been together very long when I made the mistake I couldn’t fix. We were downstairs at her place late one night and EVERYTHING was going……………great……until………..I hear this yes song come on the tv……we’re kissing and Im …………listening to the tv……things start to get a little hotter and heavier.....and Im……….looking over her shoulder so I can see the tv…......its getting HOT and INVOLVED.....…....and …... yeah dude……your messing this up…what ARE you doing dude??? …..your gonna kill it…….your going to bury it in the backyard………...get the shovel……and…..and……yeah dude…its dead……you killed it…..things weren’t the same after that……..Oh I got to see the yes concert…….thats ALL I got to see……….

I take for granted that you're always there

Bring it………bring some common sense……. I could use some. The HoJos is gone and Anita is happy and married…….Thats one I killed before it got started…and yeah….. gotta couple of loves I had to bury in the backyard because I was just NOT thinking right. But I refuse to be known as the undertaker of love. Nowadays love dies easily. Schedules….kids……bills…..wandering eyes and booze ……....make time for love, if you don’t youll kill it………..and I still have a lotta livin and lovin left to do.……. One thing is for sure……..every time I hear a yes tune I smile ……..…just a little…..