Loaded To The Gills

Am I loaded to the gills?

Treading water on the window sill

Ain't no flashlight to take you back

That wet paint that's on your wall leaves me feeling weak

And small below you when I can't get back

Leaves and winter trees I am the boy who can enjoy invisibility

Beneath those bells of distant boats just afloat

And my guitar could creep so out of tune when I'm in your room

It's so insidious it eats me inside out



Wish I could set my alarm to a different year

If time was just like plasticine we'd be on our own

Catch a train to far off to never-tell or Babylon

With no consistency we'll let it be far out