Lonely Lyle

Poor Lyle
He lives in an hourglass
Counting every grain he sees
Nothing but time
Always the sun
Curse of thirst felt with his teeth

But he still has his arms
He still has his legs
Nowhere to walk to
And nothing to hold

After a panic
Gathered his wits about
Put action to plan
Confirming his survival
With rocks for his tools
And salt for his wounds
And luck to sail away

But not if it's windy
And not if it's cold
And nothing too risky
And nothing too bold

Poor Lyle
He lives in an hourglass
Counting every grain he sees
Nothing but time
Always the sun
Curse of thirst felt with his teeth

But he still has his arms
He still has his legs
With nowhere to walk to
And nothing to hold

After a panic
Gathered his wits about
Put action to plan
Confirming his survival
With rocks for his tools
And salt for his wounds
And luck to sail away

But not if it's windy
And not if it's cold
And nothing too risky
And nothing too bold

But he still has his arms
He still has his legs
With nowhere to walk to
And nothing to hold

Hopefully be delivered by winter
Hopefully be delivered by winter
Hopefully be delivered