I’M THE WAREHOUSE NIGHTWATCHMAN

 

 

I’m the warehouse night watchman,

alone in my booth.

Black & white television,

toothpick in my tooth.

 

I’m that flicker of light,

far away in the night.

The dirty footprints you see,

when the sun's shining bright.

 

I’m tuna salad droppings,

the coffee cup left behind.

I’m the warehouse night watchman,

watching over mankind.