"Busy Girl (Bedlam)" lyrics

Busy girl sings
And swings around her coffee
Busy girl runs
And catches the train
Walks to a beat
Some fuzzy Frank Sinatra
Here in the streets
Of Bedlam

Busy girl treats
Her house like a hotel room
Goes home to sleep
Then go out again
Surfaces clean
Her skin is soft like feathers
Things are complete
In Bedlam

I have a friend who's obsessed with the Dust Bowl
She says there is another one coming around
What happens then, when the buildings are leveled
And the whistling wind is the only sound?

What if it's me, or what if I'm supposed to
Leave before dawn, and smile like I care
Think about lunch when I'm making dinner
I don't think I own that much Tupperware

I have a friend who's obsessed with the heat death
Says we'll know that it's coming as our minds start to slow
What happens then, when the Earth is a whiteboard
And the pen rolled away a while ago?

Busy girl knows
What her tomorrow looks like
The day after that
And next day protest
God, what a gift
To climb the silver laughter
Out from the pit
Of Bedlam