Cabin Fever - Chris Pureka

Cabin fever

Sunday blues

Lying on the kitchen floor

Wishing you might come around and lift me up

‘cause I’m all out of good ideas…

And I’ve been wondering if I could have kept you in a jar

Kept the lid on for good

‘Cause I know we can’t go back

Or keep time from running

And I’m all out of good ideas

But you know that, honey…

It’s a sorry kind of summer

But I know a thing or two about duck and cover

Cut and run

And I’m longing to get rolling with the band

Wide open sea

Back to what I need…

Chart a course for somewhere I know I can disappear

I’m trading places with the man in the morning paper

‘Cause I know we can’t go back

Can’t keep time from running

And I’m all out of good ideas

But you know that, honey…

It’s a sorry kind of summer

But I know a thing or two about duck and cover

Cut and run

And I’m longing to get rolling with the band

Wide open sea

Back to what I need…

Cabin fever Sunday blues…