I don’t like laying in bed so long listening to your morning slog
I’m getting up and go outside
take a walk on the beach in the fog
If you don’t mind, I’m walking the beach alone.
It reminds me so much of home
your tone last night wasn’t clear in spite of all your agreeability
to sleep on it then you left me here
In a low-lying dense advisory
If you don’t mind, I’ll say
all that I have to say
once the fog has burned from Matagorda Bay
