It’s midday in the townnAll the people drive aroundnWith the cars that they affordnWith the gold in their drawersnYou need money to get you bynYou need anything to get you highnYou don’t eat or sleep or talknAnd you’ve been drinking around the clocknnPills and boats and sunsnYou’re selling clothesnI’m coming homenI’m wide awakenI’m wide awakenBays and grains of sandnYou’re selling clothesnI’m coming homenI’m wide awakenI’m wide awakennI found you in betweennMy skin and the sheetsnTonight I’m selling clothesnTonight I’m coming homennPills and boats and sunsnYou’re selling clothesnI’m coming homenI’m wide awakenI’m wide awakenBays and grains of sandnYou’re selling clothesnI’m coming homenI’m wide awakenI’m wide awakennThe thinnest nThe thinnest of mapsnThe thinnestnThe thinnest of mapsnThe thinnest nThe thinnestnnPills and boats and sunsnI’m selling clothes nI’m coming homen(What child here has crossed this road?)nAnd bays and grains of sandnYou’re selling clothesnI’m sailing homen(What fish world has sunk this boat?)nnThe thinnest nThe thinnest of mapsnThe thinnestnThe thinnest of mapsnnThreads and vines and glassnYou’re selling clothesnI’m coming homenI’m wide awakenI’m wide awakenPills and boats and sunsnYou’re selling clothes nI’m coming homenI’m wide awakenI’m wide awaken