Am I loaded to the gills?nTreading water on the window sillnAin't no flashlight to take you backnThat wet paint that's on your wall leaves me feeling weaknAnd small below you when I can't get backnLeaves and winter trees I am the boy who can enjoy invisibilitynBeneath those bells of distant boats just afloatnAnd my guitar could creep so out of tune when I'm in your roomnIt's so insidious it eats me inside out nnWish I could set my alarm to a different yearnIf time was just like plasticine we'd be on our ownnCatch a train to far off to never-tell or BabylonnWith no consistency we'll let it be far outn