The Flat in London

Come ‘round to the back door,
She said with a grin.
If you wiggle the latch right
You can let yourself in.
Let me just freshen up
I’ll be down in a jiff.
So I sat down and rolled us
A note worthy spliff.

The room got all cloudy
As I started to smoke.
And I found my self drifting
In thought with each toke.
How long had it been
Since the front door had broken?
Then I remembered that spring
And the words she had spoken.

I had been on vacation
And she was as well.
We had just broken up
But I’m not one to dwell.
So away to the desert
To make up my mind
I knew she was angry
But I was feeling confined.

I returned home to find
That her place was abandoned
Not a note, not a word
So I left empty handed.
Days later she called
I knew something was wrong
Her always singing voice
Was missing it’s song.

Some jerk kicked the door in.
It’s been broken for days.
I called the repair man
But there is nothing he can do.
He reset the hinges
The best that he could.
I’ve missed you so much
I think that we should.

So on my next visit
I climbed through the window.
It worked for a while
But felt like the limbo.
Then she remembered the back door
And we greased up the hinges.
It was creaky at first
But easier on the appendages.

So that’s how it was
Each time that I’d call.
I stopped even knocking
On the front door at all.
Once in a while
She would ask me to try,
I’d put on my gloves
And the front door I’d pry.

Each time that I tried
I would fear for my life,
But love makes you do anything
For the one that could be your wife.
She would call the repair man
When the door came undone.
And I’d wait at the back door
In the rain and the sun.