all my modest comments
turn to sawdust in my mind.
and these theories clung to thoughtstreams
run like tap through my fingers.
please remind me again what i'm leaving behind.
see, all my modest comments turn to sawdust in my mind.

i am alone, dirty, and foamy
marooned in the city somewhere
will you take a dip in the Sound with me?
will you ride the citybus home with me?

bitter thoughts get caught (on air)
and floated (to the atmosphere)
get burned up by the sun and stars
and snoring songs that teased my ears
please don't let me leave you here, i'm foamy and i'm sad.
see, every time i try at this the Sound'stide pulls me back

i am alone, dirty, and foamy
i'm marooned in the city somewhere
come swimming in the Sound with me
come ride the citybus home with me
i wanted to drive you on that unpaved road
and choke, and laugh, on humid air
then catch the bus back to the city
promise me you'll meet me there.