Sitting by the water, listening to lore Cut it with a knife, you can stab it with a fork You can sail to Ireland, you can fly to New York (New York...grand old lady, New York) Dozing in the winter, shiver and shake The paint is a-peeling, it's starting to flake You can swim Ocachobee or the Great Salt Lake (today) Cause I'm barely awake, if your asking I'm barely awake Picking in the evening, sun's gone away The air growing colder, so much for today You can go to Egypt, you can drive to LA (LA...hip hop hippety hooray) Humming in the lamplight, whiskey and gin Doggie on the doorstep, he wants to come in You can walk to Paris, take a train to Berlin (Berlin...again and again) Writing songs at midnight, I'm dry as a bone Singing to the spirits, so many so alone You can soar to the moon, then turn to come home Come home Home...come home But I'm barely awake, just to warn you I'm barely awake I am barely awake, thanks for asking I'm barely awake |