​peddler of whimsy

[Verse 1]
I've never felt time move so slow
Except in the lands where that whiskey flowed
Like paintings of oblivion and men
Those were the good times, my dear old friend

[Chorus]
What am I at the end?
It seems like a fungal friend

[Verse 2]
Another mornin' back against the wall
Mouth agape at all the things I saw
It's good to have a worm as my bud
The reservoir's lookin' mighty good

[Chorus]
What am I at the end?
It seems like a fungal friend