Well I’m sitting in the middle of a story 
Would you like to read my line 
Sipping on a morning glory 
Would you like to taste my wine 
Don’t forget to tell the sun 
I sleep through the day 
See him when the morning comes 
Everything’s OK
The captain’s in the chartroom 
Navigating on a star 
Can’t know where we’re going 
'Cause he don’t know where we are 
Don’t you think I don’t know 
How to tell the time 
Can’t you see you can’t sell me 
Something that is mine 
You just sit to talking 
And I’m sure there’s nothing said 
Your book is lying open 
And I don’t think much is read 
The dog is outside barking 
At something he can’t see 
The garden gate is closing