Curtains white let in the light. Curtains drawn nobody home. You'll know me from the curtain's twitch. Windows break and windows fix. Cardboard and a length of tape Cover spider cracks and chipping paint. They're just letting in a little light. They're just letting in a little air. I don't care. Feather dust and cobwebs go, Dusting high and dusting low. Spraying gravel in the lane, Stop and pull the curtains back again. I look for quarters in the snow, Pacing up and down the side of the road. I'm a moving target. I keep every single rock they throw. I know it ain't right. I know it ain't right. I know it ain't right but I don't care. I know it ain't right. I know it ain't right. I know it ain't right but I don't care. Curtains white let in the light. Curtains drawn nobody home. I know it ain't right. 'Cause windows break and windows fix!