I'm not awake right now,
and I don't understand
I'm following the pathway back,
the stone's still in my hand
I'm not halfway up,
I'm leaning my head right back
To see the small birds in the
bare tree on a clear day
I'm not awake yet, don't pull me out,
I'm not awake yet
I'm not awake right now, and I can't feel my face,
I don't know the words you're saying.
I'm blinking into other places I'm driving
the car by crushing sugar on
the tabletop
A tree -fern forest in
the back of the corner
shop
A wave is balancing the
small white stone
on the slates,
as it draws back to break again.
And then the sound comes back,
and the guitar falls from so heavy hands.
Come back, come back to the world.
Come upstairs,
there's still time for you
Come back,
to all the things we haven't seen
And haven't heard,
and haven't been yet
So
I'm not awake right now
Don't count the calendar out
I'm working out what systems I'm in
Still hunting and gathering
Till we get out of bed and
build the world again
How shall we make it this time?
Drag the minerals out of the ground
Into what shape this time?
Come back
Come back to the world
Soon to land
In my home
Come back
To all the things that you did
I'm watching the blue rosette
of the gas stove
Boiling water for tea in
the quiet evening
Listening to the radio in the dark
And while we sit by this spark
We're walking two path
s in the long grass
Folded flat by a car
Across the fields,
barefoot on the yellow stems
I'm not awake right now,
and I don't understand
I'm throwing my footsteps back
I'm opening up the van
And the cymbals crash all across the street
In the clear night
You