Out of the blue
What do I do, when you, are far awaySet sail for new and paddle through this pain, this pageSheet music with notes of sage and timeYou and I are sky fired melamine with gold in the cracksAre we shoulder to shoulder or racks on racks ?Unearthed we never started black and rocked into shapeWith every two step under the sun we turned eyes hemp and frayedWhat do I do, when out of the blue, you're far awayDo I kneel, keel or prayIs it called morning if I don't have a son to raiseClouds and caves become fire escapesSingle files tax returns for the first time since signing dayNo protection since they took out a blue and took you far awayAm I buster buttered with mustard faithThe colour of caraway because we're not in seasonYou are the primrose that brightens eveningsIt seems you're karma's call and I'm the message played then deletedThere's receipts and no refunds for what I receive from youAll I can do, is can you and recycle my mettleMay my new, new be unfettered as it falls into graceOut of the blue I'll be what I knew from far away