The Janitor

The Janitor

Music by Kerns copyright 2001 kernssongs

Lyrics by Kerns copyright 2001 kernssongs and Steve Pardoe copyright 2001 Steve Pardoe

 

Verse 1

Messes I’ve made, games I’ve played

Plunging away, mopping up slop

Referee my tournaments

My ever-present cricket of conscience

 

Verse 2

The ball fields get grated, graffiti I’ve sprayed

He’s white-washed my fences, and banged out the dents

From my Fender guitar that’s played perfect so far

The pop cans (lint traps) of hate get recycled to love from afar

 

Chorus

I really need a (you’ll always be the) Janitor in my life

To sweep up the halls of indecision in my head

Polishing faith furniture in my parlor

Disinfect my heart of what’s been said

 

Verse 2

Chorus

 

Bridge

Then, one day, I pick up the phone

You've asked me to your garage, alone

I won't trip when I walk in the door

Cause all my garbage has neatly been stored

And doused with gasoline

You're holding the match waiting patiently

For me to leave and forget all these sins

My feet are washed, again…

 

Chorus