The teacher had you write a letter, you were eight years old
About the man that you’d become and the positions you’d hold
But this was long before you and Jackie Geronimo met in the Prelude Park at midnight
Now when it came to bells and whistles, Jackie did not lack
And when she kissed you on the kisser, boy, you kissed her back
Now you tell her that you love her and she cuts you slack
When you drink with your buddies on the weekend
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on
You spend your whole life dropping nickels in the bucket, wakin’ up at dawn
And while Jackie bestowed the joys of fingerlickin’
The clock up on the wall was tickin’
You got yourself a job cleaning hospital floors
But Jackie had a baby, then she had five more
They’d pay you just enough to drag your ass to the store
To buy bread, milk and Better Homes & Gardens
Jackie flips the pages and she dreams little dreams
A cottage in the country built with real wood beams
There’s a baby in the bedroom, he’s starting to scream
yourself
yellow
years
write
worthless
whole
while
weeks
watched
whistles
troubles
tried
virtue
picture
grateful
dreams
little
going
gleam
geronimo
arguments
gardens
everything
homes
enough
eight
scream
dropping
conclusion
drink
money
chance
golden
kissing
before
about
account
cause
become
stood
floors
bedroom
doctor
bestowed
beams
better
grandkids
clock
screaming
damndest
kissed
bread
pages
bucket
there
buddies
though
always
flips
country
caravan
quiet
fights
cleaning
letter
clear
throw
listen
hidden
seize
weekend
discover
holds
hospital
needs
house
inside
starting
jackie
kisser
benefits
midnight
leave
probably
livin
meant
never
opportunity
patience
nickels
perfect
seems
bells
positions
cottage
prelude
great
thought
roses
sweetheart
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