Well Im 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 Dont forget to tell the sun I sleep through the day See him when the morning comes Everythings OK
The captains in the chartroom Navigating on a star Cant know where were going 'Cause he dont know where we are Dont you think I dont know How to tell the time Cant you see you cant sell me Something that is mine
You just sit to talking And Im sure theres nothing said Your book is lying open And I dont think much is read The dog is outside barking At something he cant see The garden gate is closing