It’s Sunday morning in Denver three months ago. I drag myself out of sodden sleep. A phrase jumps into my head. I don’t pretend to know what it means. I just want to share. Verbatim. Exactly as scrawled on a slip of paper I just found.
Ready? Here it comes…
And every day it takes a man who gives the man who saves the kids ten dollars.
There you have it. Pure unconscious drivel for your pleasure.
And as a bonus, here’s a useless observation: Songwriters must struggle to find something to rhyme with “baby.” I suspect they use “maybe” quite often, because the only alternative seems to be “scabie.”