Kayak

I've got my dry bag,

my camera, my gun

I might shoot pictures,

might shoot someone.

leaves, they are turning

it's gotten cold

I've gotten bitter

I've gotten old.

grey in my beard now

grey skies, no sun..

I'm going no where..

kayak for one.

Seems like this winter

has come on to soon

I've moved my Kayak

right into my room

I sit down in it

take off my clothes

pretend I'm shooting

the rapids, free flow.

I've got my dry bag,

my camera, my gun

might shoot some pictures

might shoot someone

'lectrics been cut off,

tv's unplugged..

it's been a long time

since I've been loved.

I've got a problem

I've come undone

I'm tired of living..

kayak for one.

I sit down in it,

can't feel my toes.

have to admit it,

I can't be moved.

I throw my head back,

and close my eyes.

I'm sittin' pretty

I'm so alive.

Then when I come to

I feel the fool

I've gotten nowhere..

still the same room

.

I've got a dry bag,

my camera, my gun

might shoot some pictures

            might shoot someone