71 Miles

Grampa always had a plan
try and get the floozy in a pan
Twenty one dollar
Bear cat holler
Give your popsicle to the man
Carnival ride, spin it around
Eat your dinner in a gown
Covered in flowers

71 miles is how far you drove
Just to have no fire on the stove

Well, I've never even seen the kitchen
Just a friday morning that makes you start itchin
I can't bear to smell your aroma
I think I'm gonna slip into a coma
If your intentions had the intent to kill
Now is the time to sit still
Harness the power that flows through your blood
Let the numbness overwhelm you like a flood

71 miles is how far you drove
Just to have no fire on the stove