Teeze

Suburban Nocturne

Words and Music by

Joe Carducci
Glen Bassett
Gary Falasco

Engineered by

Mike Peterson

Produced by

Teeze
Mike Peterson

Recorded

1984

Lyrics

Living life from day to day,
I eat sleep and work,
At night I pray,
Somehow there's got to be a better way
I pay the bills and put out the trash,
Watch T.V. until I crash,
It seems to me there's got to be more to life than this
Nothing changes,
Its the same old routine,
Living in the suburbs where the lawns are green
Where the street lights burn in the twilight,
The sidewalks neatly paved,
And dinners cook by microwave
When you look outside my window,
High atop the world,
The city sparkles in the night
When the moon is full,
And the air is still,
You can hear your neighbors quarrel without will
Two car garage,
A dog that craps all over the yard,
And every available credit card
May as well and try to be happy,
I owe my soul in debts,
To paradise suburban nocturne

Nothing changes,
Its the same old routine,
Living in the suburbs where the lawns are green
Where every household has a mop,
A calendar and a clock,
And sometimes on Sunday they go to church
In the evenings when it begins to cool,
Steam rises from the swimming pool,
And the porch light through the darkness remains on
May as well and try to be happy,
I owe my soul in debts,
To paradise suburban nocturne