Chris Pureka - Cabin Fever lyrics

Cabin fever sunday blues
Lying on the kitchen floor
Wishing you might come around and lift me up
‘cause I’m all out of good ideas

And I’ve been wondering if I could
Have kept you in a jar
Kept the lid on for good
‘Cause, I know we can’t go back
Or keep time from running
And I’m all out of good ideas
But, you know that, honey
It’s a sorry kind of summer
But, I know a thing or
Two about duck and cover cut and run
And I’m longing to get rolling with the band
Wide open sea back to what I need

Chart a course for somewhere I
Know I can disappear
I’m trading places with the man
In the morning paper
‘Cause, I know we can’t go back
Can’t keep time from running
And I’m all out of good ideas
But, you know that, honey

It’s a sorry kind of summer
But, I know a thing or
Two about duck and cover cut and run
And I’m longing to get rolling with the band
Wide open sea back to what I need

Cabin fever Sunday blues