Garden Gate

Well I’m sitting in the middle of a story

Would you like to read my line

Sipping on a morning glory

Would you like to taste my wine

Don’t forget to tell the sun

I sleep through the day

See him when the morning comes

Everything’s OK

The captain’s in the chartroom

Navigating on a star

Can’t know where we’re going

'Cause he don’t know where we are

Don’t you think I don’t know

How to tell the time

Can’t you see you can’t sell me

Something that is mine

You just sit to talking

And I’m sure there’s nothing said

Your book is lying open

And I don’t think much is read

The dog is outside barking

At something he can’t see

The garden gate is closing