John Margolis Follow

Here's the Plan © 2006 Margolis, Rosler

300 feet of string
the tin can on my pillow rings
could only be one person in the world
my one and only tomboy girl
who lives three houses down

she says “listen, so here's the plan
whistle once if you understand
one rule of thumb right off the bat
you keep that kiss under your hat
hush, footsteps coming, must shut down"

oh, what did she tell me when the tin cans are useless
oh yes she said in an emergency
I must close my eyes and tune in to her signal
and I won't sleep till she whispers to me, "here's the plan"

300 feet of string
the tin can on my pillow rings
she's in the treehouse overnight
she’ll map and compass every sight
that may lay ahead for us

(chorus)

now there's no feet of string
and on my pillow a cell phone rings
just another call to screen
another interrupted dream
dawn is breaking, must shut down

oh what did she tell me when the tin cans are useless
oh yes she said in an emergency
got to close my eyes and tune in to her signal
and I won't sleep until she whispers to me
"here's the plan"
here’s the plan