In the Harbor - Climate

Some people like him but some folks don’t

Rusty sails in the harbor flap just like

The a&r man who’s shaking his hand

As the bass drum thumps in the rock and roll band

She fell down the stairwell but tucked in her skirt

Scabby knees in the hallway are red just like

The apple that fell from the tree to the dirt

She’s always wearing his favorite shirt

The razor takes a nick off the business man

He’s standing in the bathroom in just his knee-socks

While his wife is in Cannes with an all-over tan

He’s back home eating chunky soup from a can

Charmers on th edge of the lak

Rusty nails beneath rake

Shorty sings the songs in tune

Cindy shakes the dust-filled broom

Sockets sucked into the head

Falling snow onto the dead

Some folks like it but some folks don’t

When you’re talking to them

Or someone just like them

It makes them think

Imagine if they’d think

About the top 40 music out on the ice rink