Cold was the morning in our old place Sunday, today you move Down in the basement with the full creates Old coats, winter shoes Cold was the handle of the van door The old Ford, she comes through And I'm a helper to my own fate I've come to help you move Monday you'll wake up Ceiling lights are strange Tuesday I could ask you If you could stand a change Gold was the alley of you new place I drove here with you High in the shadow of an oak tree The window of your bedroom I'll come calling I'll call up to you I'll say come down I've come home to you Now when your sister came to our place Nine days she stayed with you And every time I saw her young face I knew and she knew I've been a vandal to my own home Under the snakey moon So now when I come to see the old place I want to be of use Monday you'll wake up Ceiling lights are strange Tuesday you could ask me If I could stand to change Now with the bed frame up the staircase We're through with the move And if you think you have enough space I'd move in with you I'll come calling I'll call up to you I'll say come down I've come home to you