Waiting at Mom's Night

Waiting again Living room couch

(Popcorn

bag crinkles)

Mom invited everyone over again Crowded hallway,

nowhere to sit Stomach turning on the green carpet

Got my popcorn, slipping out the back screen

White sneakers scuffing the pavement Walking away to the Tommy matinee

(Gotta get out of

here)

Crowded kitchen,

heavy chatter loud

Looking for an exit through the noisy crowd

Butter on my fingers,

tickets in my hand

Heading down the avenue according to the plan

Too many people in my mother's front room!

(No room to breathe!) Grab the popcorn,

make an escape soon Out on the sidewalk,

marching on my own Going to the movie,

leave me alone!

White shoes squeak down the theater aisle

Finally breathing after mile after mile

Silver screen lights up the dark theater floor

Far away from the company banging on the door Just me and

the bucket and the cinema glow

Watching Tommy on the screen putting on a show

Pinball wizard on the 35mm

reel Better than the commotion that I had to feel No small

talk, no strangers on the floor (Ahhhh)

Too many people in my mother's front room!

(No room

to

breathe!) Grab the popcorn,

make an escape soon Out on the sidewalk,

marching on my own Going to the movie,

leave me alone!

Saved by the cinema

(Crunch crunch)

White walk,

big screen

Goodnight, mom