They tell me you walk on the water nownI know who showed you the stonesnYou pray that I banish my appetite and lie there alonennI hope that you've practiced your instrumentnI fear it will take you awaynYou ain't the type to be traveling, so why not just staynnHere it is morning for some folksnand twilight for those of us leftnwho sleep while the soldiers get sunstrokenand make little fools of ourselvesnnAre we supposed to get good at this?nWhat does it mean to give up?nWhy did I call you? I shouldn't be giving a fucknAnswer these questions for everyonenso maybe they'll stop asking menWhat really happened and where is your masterpiece?nnHere it is morning for some folksnand twilight for those of us leftnwho give up the dangers of sunstrokenand make little fools of ourselvesnnThey tell me you walk on the water now,nbut I know who showed you the stonesnnI need some things to look forward tonMaybe these colors will fadenI never meant to get bored with younbut I never meant to stay