WWTWD

WWTWD (D A D G A E, capo 3)

I didn’t see a thing. I just heard the rain pissing down. I went straight back to bed. Didn’t have anywhere to be, anyway.

I think the heat is getting to us. Those afternoon blues are creeping in. I’d be worried we were losing the plot if I wasn’t sure we’d already lost it.

Couldn’t be tighter and we couldn’t be torn. Fit for a king, is it fit for a pawn?

 

These things are delicate matters. These things seem to fall into patterns. These things follow everywhere we go. These are things we should not know.

I want to know, what would Tim Winton do? Somehow, I think it’d make me feel better. He comes across so sure and knowing. I come across whichever way the wind is blowing.

Couldn’t be sweeter if I were a bee. Couldn’t be more lost if we swam out to sea.

 

Sat around all day just to go back to sleep. Hide in the shade among the dirt and the leaves. Holding to something you found in a dream. Knowing it’s there even though no one else sees.