Mewithoutyou

My exit, unobserved, my homesickness, absurd,
I said "Water," Expecting the word would satisfy my thirst!
Talking all about the second and third when I haven't understood the first,
Jonah, where's that boat going - Your ship set with eager sail?
There's a swirling storm soon blowing, and no use,
fishermen, in rowing from a consecrated whale!
Just like the clouds bring a darkness and a hard rain's gonna fall
I felt the crowds bring a loneliness and a hard rain's gonna fall
she always weighed me down, but, afraid I might need her, I dragged her around
(it's best to keep close sackcloth and ash in a whitewashed town)
she wore that phony smile on her face,
I guess like a bandage on a wounded place
while I kept the keys to every old lock just in case,