Severed

Padge packing in this jukebox hullabaloo
Padge packing in this Crisco-slippy moment
Padge packing, and all is well
Padge packing up a severed limb that was our life

There’s the train
What’s the province?
You don’t have to tell me, no
But maybe we could say hello sometime
Don’t forget me. Yeah, sure, I’ll write

As idly said, this home don’t miss the master