Pictures of the night time taken from my window
Pictures of the night time line an empty hall
Maybe someone's searching them for faces
Maybe no one looks at them at all
Custodian arrives from his lunch with a cup of tea
Thirty-five keys, he's labelled them with great care
All the teachers wait for the bell to ring
With the same anticipation as little kids
The principal is back from her last meeting out of town
She
Doesn't look pleased
There's something she'd like to know
Do you wanna be somewhere dealing lines
Do you wanna be somewhere going blind
Do you wanna be somewhere in the pines
Do you wanna be somewhere wasting time
A secretary's job is an exercise in patience
A secretary's job is a complicated dance
She rarely goes down the hall or pictures herself alone
She hums her favourite song and quiets a ringing phone
Stern but also fair
The ship that she runs is tight
Do you wanna be somewhere dealing lines
Do you wanna be somewhere going blind
Do you wanna be somewhere in the pines
Do you wanna be somewhere wasting time
Taken down and put in storage
Taken down to be replaced
Taken down for summertime
Repainting
Do you wanna be somewhere dealing lines
Do you wanna be somewhere going blind
Do you wanna be somewhere in the pines
Do you wanna be somewhere wasting time