A sweet little joint
Sometimes rockin’

Right now, not
A bit too quiet for me
But it’s the eve of Sunday eve

The neighbors and I are done in the yards
Rolling up the sidewalks
Thinking about what to cook for Sunday supper

Here tonight, it’ll be your favorite
Anything I’d prepare, you said
So shall it be

Lots of color, but only a dash of laughter
We’ve run low since you’ve gone

This sweet little joint of a home
Why did you burn it down?