Springfield, Or Bobby Got A Shadfly Caught In His Hair - Sufjan Stevens

I don’t care to say what

I failed to recognize

Every single day from the poker to the prize

Running out of Springfield

I worked for the Capitol Air, in the bags

Found a woman there who said

she had a mind to make

me a messenger man

If my father took his life

for the national plan, I don’t care

I’m not about to stick my grave with an

apron and a bucket of plans, never ever

I can take the pillow cases

off the yellow pillows,

make a property line from the bed

In the living room, the living room,

the morning papers made the most

out of nothing at all

So we took the room

with a view of the runaway

I took off my clothes,

and she took it for a holiday

I was taken for all the things

that I never had before

Running out of Springfield

she left me with a note saying:

«Bobby, don’t look back.»

And if my wife took a bicycle ride

with a knife in her hand

I saw it coming

All the shad-flies run at once

with a trumpet or a train,

oh I’m running from it

Wait a minute, wait a minute,

Give a minute, lady

I can explain the aftershave

Wait a minute, wait a minute,

give a minute

Bobby got a shad fly

caught in his hair