Once I dreamed I saw your face on a carton of milk Once I dreamed I spilled the milk all down my shirt While a black and white cat in the daisies studies himself Licking clean between his legs
You had been out on a limb for days and days and days and days There must be a million other ways But all my friends are going to be strangers All my friends are going to get strange
The town now in your absence fills up with drunken sailors The harbour unknowingly lifting and lowering ships like a sleeping chest Everybody has this plan that they will get out early before the going gets rough
