The Thinnest Of Maps (Weatherbox)

It's midday in the townAll the people drive around With the cars that they afford With the gold in their drawers You need money to get you by You need anything to get you high You don't eat or sleep or talk And you've been drinking around the clock Pills and boats and suns You're selling clothes I'm coming home I'm wide awake I'm wide awake Bays and grains of sand You're selling clothes I'm coming home I'm wide awake I'm wide awake I found you in between My skin and the sheets Tonight I'm selling clothes Tonight I'm coming home Pills and boats and suns You're selling clothes I'm coming home I'm wide awake I'm wide awake Bays and grains of sand You're selling clothes I'm coming home I'm wide awake I'm wide awake The thinnest The thinnest of maps The thinnest The thinnest of maps The thinnest The thinnest Pills and boats and suns I'm selling clothes I'm coming home (What child here has crossed this road?) And bays and grains of sand You're selling clothes I'm sailing home (What fish world has sunk this boat?) The thinnest The thinnest of maps The thinnest The thinnest of maps Threads and vines and glass You're selling clothes I'm coming home I'm wide awake I'm wide awake Pills and boats and suns You're selling clothes I'm coming home I'm wide awake I'm wide awake