Wonder Why - Juliana Hatfield

The living room

The curly sheepskin rug we called «the furry»

And sometimes I wonder why

The plastic clock, the macrame owl, and the butcher block couch are on my mind

I wonder why my parents chose a brown and orange scheme

And why that seemed okay to me

I wonder why the kitchen was an avocado green

And the upstairs bathroom was peach

The northern lights

We saw them in Vermont one night from the car

But only once, I wonder why

The aliens who landed on the roof, they left me there

And didn’t take me to the sky

I’ve escaped into my childhood memories tonight

I wonder why my corduroys were always light blue

And I never had a TV in my bedroom

Just a flame from an electric candle on my windowsill

And I dreamed of my melodies touching you

I wonder why the marimekko fabric on the wall was ever taken down

I wonder how a transistor radio held up to my ear

Brought me to heaven

And it’s still leading me here