Lonely Lyle - Big Business

Poor Lyle

He lives in an hourglass

Counting every grain he sees

Nothing but time

Always the sun

Kiss of a thirst felt with his teeth

But he still has his arms

He still has his legs

Nowhere to walk to

And nothing to hold

After a panic

Gathered his wizard bow (?)

Pull action to pad (?)

Confirming his survival

With rocks for his tools

And salt for his wounds

And left to sail away

But not if it’s windy

And not if it’s cold

And nothing too risky

And nothing too bold

Poor Lyle

He lives in an hourglass

Counting every grain he sees

Nothing but time

Always the sun

Kiss of a thirst felt with his teeth

But he still has his arms

He still has his legs

With nowhere to walk to

And nothing to hold

After a panic

Gathered his wizard bow (?)

Pull action to pad (?)

Confirming his survival

With rocks for his tools

And salt for his wounds

And left to sail away

But not if it’s windy

And not if it’s cold

And nothing too risky

And nothing too bold

But he still has his arms

He still has his legs

With nowhere to walk to

And nothing to hold

Nobody

Meets/needs him there, out there (?)

Nobody

Meets/needs him there, out there (?)

Nobody

Meets him there (?)