The Static Blues

Bundling up
As winds roll in
This is the softest yarn
Tossed in for one last spin

If you rub it right 
You could wield the spark, my friend
You can hold the light
Just don’t shock my arm again

Well that’s how it goes
And everyone knows
That the cycles cycle static, lint, and scent

On the first cool night
That old flannel joins the spin
If you run them dry
You can harness static for sin

Bumps on your arm
Hairs up on end
Don’t you touch that doorknob again
You grabbed your favorite autumn shirt
You didn’t know that it would hurt
So now you’re singing the static blues again

If you rub it right 
You could wield the spark, my friend
You can hold the light
Just don’t shock my arm again