Written and recorded by Matt Lynch.
Lazy, watching the clouds go 'round and
'round here, nothing goes on
Aging, dim light is dragging us
down wind, nothing is sold
Lady, weaving the quilt of time
she spins me, dizzier still
Lost track, stomach is opening but
throat swells, choking on time
Take me away
Take me away
Lay down, all the noise and the hurry
play dead, end of your day
Down town, troubles surround you
so you come down, then we can stay
Take me away
Take me away