Get Along

© 2015 Gunther Trout | Alex Nichols

Mama was blue in the kitchen

Just off  the living room

'til reality's adjourn
There's nowhere else to turn

And sitting in the corner
Like a jaded solum's soldier

There's a gallon of he favourite Sauterne 

Daddy was gone most every night

He starved us for attention

I do think I should mention

An absent hero was his way

Much easier than to stay

He never really truly found a way

Young wife young wife

Is it something in your DNA?
That makes you behave in such a way

I smile in awkward bravery

Always fighting the good fight
Now please turn out the light
You can wind me up
But you'll never wind me down 

Wealthy woman are you lonely

Do you think that I will save you?

You need an older gentlemen
Or maybe a fine lady
I'm not your answer - that's inside
Please move over
You're too much on my side

Hey wife please don't be blue
Just 'cause you're number two
I've learned so much from others
My sister and my brothers
And all the ones I loved
Who got away


So we'll get along
You can hear it in this song
The mind is still willing
An' I'll give you equal billing
But I just got to discover
Why I've been deep under-cover
Instead of following my feelings
... all along

So please don't be blue

Just 'cause you're number two

I've learned so much from others

My sister and my brothers

And all the ones I loved 

Who got away

...And all the ones I loved 

Who got away