Me And You, Watson

The sound of the foghorn
It tears me from my sleep
I'm much too tired for the waking
But to wired for the sheep
And the anvil's on the table
The sword is on the door
It’s time to pick up breadcrumbs
That you spilled upon the floor

Now, I can't forget to put the pipe
In my mouth for the smell will tell
The neighbors that I'm on the beat again
So please don't pause in any
Strange and darkened corners
For that's where I'm looking first
I'll rip the groceries from your arms
And empty the contents of your purse

Me and You, Watson
Me and You, Watson
Me and You, Watson
Me and You, Watson

Oh, well, I don't need nothing
Oh, and I can be nothing
My meat feet don't need to know

But the joke is on me
As it somehow always seems to be
I went looking for some hard clues
Up the inner-city trees
And you were nowhere to be found
You were nowhere to be seen
It's getting late at night now, Watson, let's grab a cup of tea

I'm sitting in my room again
Still waiting for your call
I've got a blister on my forehead
From when I leaned against the wall
And my notebook's full of memories
Too sad for one to tell
About the time when you were next to me
Shaking
Shaking

Me and You, Watson
Me and You, Watson
Me and You, Watson
Me and You, Watson

Oh, well, I don't need nothing
Oh, and I can be nothing
My meat feet don't need to know