Lyrics to A Herring Overheard
She said, I saw a coyote off the road.
Traffic slowed on I-94.
They've increased around here sharply.
And did you know Gervin attended up the road?
Right here, EMU. Right here, Ypsilanti.
Collins chimed, Wasn't that before your time?
Gotta preserve our history.
Don't worry John, I'll keep hush about your story.
I said, Come on! Come on! Let's order another drink.
A herring overhead, the Huron beneath my feet.
Mind the open windows. A discreet whisper 'til we're off the street.
We might even head to a show, How 'bout Friday, are you free?
No but Saturday, Saturday looks good to me.
Monday?
You know I gotta work all week.
Friday?
I gotta catch up on some sleep.
But Saturday I'll meet you right here in Ypsi.
That's beside the point of our trip here.
One by one we left to a Bronx cheer.
Set to follow the Mistress of Fun,
Terribly sorry, gotta run.
No matter we'll soon return to Sherzer's scopes
Laugh at lame jokes, share plans and hopes.
Under stars we'll find time to talk about
Brick walks, the Tridge, and the Depot Clock.
A herring overhead, the Huron beneath my feet.
Mind the open windows. A discreet whisper 'til we're off the street.
We might even head to a show, How 'bout Friday, are you free?
No but Saturday, Saturday looks good to me.
Monday?
You know I gotta work all week.
Friday?
I gotta catch up on some sleep.
But Saturday I�ll meet you right here in Ypsi.
Traffic slowed on I-94.
They've increased around here sharply.
And did you know Gervin attended up the road?
Right here, EMU. Right here, Ypsilanti.
Collins chimed, Wasn't that before your time?
Gotta preserve our history.
Don't worry John, I'll keep hush about your story.
I said, Come on! Come on! Let's order another drink.
A herring overhead, the Huron beneath my feet.
Mind the open windows. A discreet whisper 'til we're off the street.
We might even head to a show, How 'bout Friday, are you free?
No but Saturday, Saturday looks good to me.
Monday?
You know I gotta work all week.
Friday?
I gotta catch up on some sleep.
But Saturday I'll meet you right here in Ypsi.
That's beside the point of our trip here.
One by one we left to a Bronx cheer.
Set to follow the Mistress of Fun,
Terribly sorry, gotta run.
No matter we'll soon return to Sherzer's scopes
Laugh at lame jokes, share plans and hopes.
Under stars we'll find time to talk about
Brick walks, the Tridge, and the Depot Clock.
A herring overhead, the Huron beneath my feet.
Mind the open windows. A discreet whisper 'til we're off the street.
We might even head to a show, How 'bout Friday, are you free?
No but Saturday, Saturday looks good to me.
Monday?
You know I gotta work all week.
Friday?
I gotta catch up on some sleep.
But Saturday I�ll meet you right here in Ypsi.
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