Pasta simmers on the stove in june

Makes no sense yet, but it will soon

Conversation starters come way too hardNobody wants to be the mars

Playin′ the wrong cards

Why did you come to this planet?

Why did you come to this life?

How can you be everybody's dream

And still be somebody′s wife

Tell me what did you have for lunch today

That's right, how would I know

How would I know

You are off somewhere, being free

While I starve in the lonesome cold

Our bodies got used to each other

Now they're used to the sound of Richie Havens′ voice on the vinyl

Spinning round and round, round and round

Sometimes I feel I was born way too late

Shoulda been born on the Woodstock stage

But i′m just here waitin', and waitin′, and waitin'

Somebody famous had a birthday today

All I saw was another full moon

What′s that?

Something's burning on the stove

Must be the pasta

Must be the pasta

Oh, yeah it′s june.