I'm Thinking of a Number

This is my song, don't sing along
 It's opinions disarrayed of might are drooped
 And like good men, I am disabled
 From understanding what we are taught not to condemn
 In the kingdoms of the well and of the sick
 And the hours that it took to think of this
 And the road that got the best of you one day
 Can you see at all?
 Somehow I knew this wasn't it
 Somehow I knew that we will see this to fruition
 They said I was a ditsy housewife
 And I have the crude opinions of unpracticed men
 In my pajamas, I still hold my record player
 There's a hockey game on the table by the chair
 And when it rains, your hair begins to curl
 Come the winds of dawn
 Yeah
 Without your eye patch and your parrot
 I've been informed it's national talk like a pirate day
 Perhaps this singing is a refuge
 From other equal uncomfortable thoughts
 And you disregard the clock that's on the wall
 It's a wonder you can disregard at all
 You just try to find a softer way to fall
 Back into my arms
 Now he thought he was a citizen
 But only in the vaguest sort of way
 And we will take it to the people
 And the people will then take it all away
 With our pencils we are righteous and we're rough
 And you wonder where your education starts
 And you wipe your nose upon your pretty sleeve
 And then you leave
 Yeah
 I think we'd better call a cab
 'Cause our thirst for this has made these keys no use
 And I remember our last kiss
 And I'll remember all the others from now on
 'Til it's time to sing this song over my grave
 Like the boy who just forgets the morning shave
 Or the girl who gets the hound dog to behave
 I will sing to you