So stand above the
Boat as it's shored there
I dream of the day that you'll come knocking at my door
And it's just fog rolling through the moor
And it's just heat coming off the tarmac, so
I've been advised
I've been keeping my nose clean
I've been drinking the finest water
I half know what those mean
Again the pistons shake hands with the starter
I should maybe be lonely
But I'm distracted enough to not notice much
Are you standing on concrete
That's not really what it feels like to me
Well, I know
You gotta go
It's just another day for everybody
But oh, oh no
I'm in a hole, a calamity
Let's nod, I guess
And be off, again
When I see you in my dreams
Lately you seem mad at me for something
And I'd ask you, but as you demonstrate
There's no point in inquiring into nothing
I should maybe be lonely
But I'm distracted enough to not notice much
Am I standing on concrete
That's not really what it feels like