June lives over the road, when she goes away I bring in her mail, once every day like clockwork June is comfortable with me, when she goes away I water her plants, once every day like clockwork Even weekends and holidays, I'm not far away But I guess a friend Who uses me Is better than no friend at all I'm sure June leaves me her keys, she has fish to feed And when she gets home, I brew up the tea Once every day like clockwork And one kindly word can make her smile And I live to make her smile