Lisa Bastoni: Music
Gather Round
(Lisa Bastoni)
I read your lips
Whisper crazy lazy dumb
Is she some kind of dizzy dreamer
A prostitute, a bum
Well I quit my job
Because my boss he put me down
And now I'm calling all good people
To gather round
Gather Round
I don't really mind it
If you look at me kind of strange
I have always known the outside
And some things never change
I went to college
And now I sing underground
And I'm calling all good people
To gather round
Gather Round
One foot on the platform
One foot on the train
One more paper dollar
For the girl who has no name
The money's kind of dirty
But only in a literal way
I go home and wash my hands
The steel dust turns the water gray
It's a cold and lonely corner
This little freedom I found
And I'm calling all good people
To gather round
Gather Round
(c) and (p) 2002 Lisa Bastoni