Cabin Fever Lyrics
Cabin fever
Sunday blues
Lying on the kitchen floor
Wishing you might come around and lift me up
‘cause I’m all out of good ideas…
And I’ve been wondering if I could have kept you in a jar
Kept the lid on for good
‘Cause I know we can’t go back
Or keep time from running
And I’m all out of good ideas
But you know that, honey…
It’s a sorry kind of summer
But I know a thing or two about duck and cover
Cut and run
And I’m longing to get rolling with the band
Wide open sea
Back to what I need…
Chart a course for somewhere I know I can disappear
I’m trading places with the man in the morning paper
‘Cause I know we can’t go back
Can’t keep time from running
And I’m all out of good ideas
But you know that, honey…
It’s a sorry kind of summer
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But I know a thing or two about duck and cover
Cut and run
And I’m longing to get rolling with the band
Wide open sea
Back to what I need…
Cabin fever Sunday blues…
