Well, there was a man who lived in a shed. Spent most of his days out of his head.
For his shed was rotten let in the rain, said it was enough to drive any man insane.
When it rained, he felt so bad. When it snowed he felt just simply sad.
Well, there was a girl who lived nearby. Whenever he saw her he could only simply sigh.
But she lived in a house so very big and grand, for him it seemed like some very distant land.
So when he called her, his shed to mend, she said, I'm sorry you'll just have to find a friend.
Well, this story is not so very new. The man is me, and the girl is you.
So leave your house, come into my shed. Please stop my world from raining through my head.
Please don't think I'm not your sort. You'll find that sheds are nicer than you thought.
For his shed was rotten let in the rain, said it was enough to drive any man insane.
When it rained, he felt so bad. When it snowed he felt just simply sad.
Well, there was a girl who lived nearby. Whenever he saw her he could only simply sigh.
But she lived in a house so very big and grand, for him it seemed like some very distant land.
So when he called her, his shed to mend, she said, I'm sorry you'll just have to find a friend.
Well, this story is not so very new. The man is me, and the girl is you.
So leave your house, come into my shed. Please stop my world from raining through my head.
Please don't think I'm not your sort. You'll find that sheds are nicer than you thought.