a slow drift on a stagnant day it s nature s finest serenade the whistle of two birds in love ruffling their feathers at the supper club on saturday she walks in the park and you can t say i love you till it s after dark and no one ever bothered to give you a shove now you re growing old in a supper club it s really something that you re what i imagined to be true the roads of home all lead to you down the line underneath the shade jeffery dahmer s drinking up his lemonade and up among the stars he really feels the love in the land of the butchers and the supper clubs