a fly departure from the funny, clever clever will be back tomorrow when the day is sunny.

I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.
I swear I see it waiting in the hall.
It taunts with subtle hints of glorious past
And seems to whisper softly, "This won't last"
But I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.

I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.
How can that shabby little set seem 10 feet tall?
Maybe it's all the places it's been with you
And how it still has your name & address on it too
I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.

I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.
It looks so lonely that I feel it call
Out to my own dusty bags tucked in the attic
But they don't hear because they're gone, they're static
And I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.

I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.
It seems to yearn for an inevitable fall.
For something empty it sure looks over packed
And it might sense that my resolve and heart just cracked
But I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.