Thirty Seven

Since you've gone away, i don't know what to do, but each night pray, laugh in a hurricane tone, see my shape in pools, don't use me like a drone, or trick me anyway, the sea still surrounds you, you say there is a train, that leads to the foam, take me if you want to, but not just as a loan, walls are turning grey, you say howdydo, when you're on the make, but want to go alone, not singing of the Blues, with your bag of stones, your eyes shine like jakes, see me here in truth, rising on the plain, i will catch you soon.