I Am Aware Of My Tongue Lyrics

Charlie, Charles, Thank you for the snarls in the kites that would not fly, I laughed a lot
Sparky, Charles, Thank you for the quarrels of the kids you drew each night, I learned a lot
I remember lying in my bed and in my room
Sweeping through the pages like a plastic dollar broom
Peanut butter sandwich for the barber's only son
Lunch is such a lonely time of day

Baseball becomes theology, a sermon on the mound during a game, could this be the new seventh inning stretch?
Five cents for psychiatry, a nickel in the can and you will see it's a great big world, just live in it

I remember lying in my bed and in my room
Surveying the landscape like the first man on the moon
Men are born to trouble as sure as sparks go upward
For wisdom, you went right to the source

When I was young, I had a blanket and sucked on my thumb
Now that I'm grown, I am aware of my tongue, Not much has changed

I'll bet that Marcie's favorite movie must surely be the one called "To Sir, With Love"
The Stoning of Stephen, a profile of Eakins can clearly be made out in the clouds above

Now, every dark and stormy night, I take a Sopwith Camel flight
Landing in a place where I am free from my own plight
Stuck in a universe with my own Red Barons that I curse
Sparky, we never met but you knew me