Jack Rabbit Habit looken' over there
Can't break the feeling he's holding out somewhere.

Tension fairly flashes, a lightening rod, a rope.
A tightrope yet, to cross o'er,
'tween the hopeless and the hope.

Restless want to run away
but don't know where I'd go.
Bored with all my hobbies here,
my life and so and so.

Jack Rabbit Habit, looken' over there,
Can't fight the feeling of running off somewhere.

Nerves and nerves and shadows,
I'm playin' a silly game
I'm scaring myself Jackie,
but I guess that's none, and all the same.

December 20, 1971
By Linda A. Copp ©