I Don't Mind-The Decemberists

Truly with his thorn in your side And you don't know why Julie dips her toe in the tide And you don't know why No she don't know why She got all dolled up for a suicide And when the stage lights dimmed on the fading scrim It was morning before the cheering died Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind King George in imperial robe and a lazy eyeknelt down as the semaphore Broke on his tawdry bride But we don't know why He got all stressed out on the motherland With his T V sets and his fighter jets And the royal ubiquitous handycam Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind So here's you with your mom on your back Going into the woods She's so proud that you're staying on track Like a good son should But you don't know why you got All choked up when you said goodbye And you can hear her still when the nights are still All crying out for calamine Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind