Where I'm From
I am from the Janitor's closet
from paper and paint
I am from the janitor's salary
Poor and dirty
It looked useless and pointless
I am from the daisy of summer
the spontaneous rising daisy
So bright and yellow
I'm from the spick and span and common dusting
from George and mother of angels
I'm from the every little bit counts and money is not common
From poor and dream as if there is no tomorrow
I'm from Sunday laziness,
to Sunday's best is not always best
I'm from sparkling glass windows
Bread crumbs and fruit.
From the mother looking down
The father living behind closet doors
Through the Janitor's closet.
from paper and paint
I am from the janitor's salary
Poor and dirty
It looked useless and pointless
I am from the daisy of summer
the spontaneous rising daisy
So bright and yellow
I'm from the spick and span and common dusting
from George and mother of angels
I'm from the every little bit counts and money is not common
From poor and dream as if there is no tomorrow
I'm from Sunday laziness,
to Sunday's best is not always best
I'm from sparkling glass windows
Bread crumbs and fruit.
From the mother looking down
The father living behind closet doors
Through the Janitor's closet.