Little Suitcase Guy

Little Suitcase Guy

I'm alive, prickling with life

while the world is hostile, and it breaks my heart

you little suitcase guy, when all you really want is to play outside

There are too many shriveled-up, little broken kid-soul hearts

the medicine is love, but the real kind

feel your heart right there; you're okay to smile; no one's watching you

you're alone, tap your feet, I'll rock you

I'm soft and kind; I'm full of you

And you're free of me

Then your wife knocks at your door

your face returns to stone

you little suitcase guy, when all you really want is to kiss and smile

There are too many shriveled-up, little broken kid-soul hearts

the medicine is love, but the real kind

feel your heart right there; you're okay to smile; no one's watching you

you're alone, tap your feet, I'll rock you

I'm soft and kind; I give you peace

And you're free of me

you little suitcase guy, mmh...