Afternoons & Coffeespoons

What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?
There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy
I've had my lungs checked out with X rays
I've smelled the hospital hallwaysSomeday I'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytimeTimes when the day is like a play by Sartre
When it seems a book burning's in perfect order
I gave the doctor my description
I've tried to stick to my prescriptionSomeday I'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytimeAfternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffee spoons and T.S. EliotMaybe if I could do a play-by-playback
I could change the test results that I will get back
I've watched the summer evenings pass by
I've heard the rattle in my bronchiSomeday I'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytimeAfternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffee spoons and T.S. EliotAfternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffee spoons and T.S. Eliot