A ketch or a sloop to drop me out of the loop and I will sail far away, it may be day, but it's night and the wind wraps me tight, there's no light and the tunnel can't be found.
The only sound that I hear is the creep creeping of fear and the rustling of things in the dark.
I could be, but I'm not the white spot on the Sun or the unspendable cartridge in the barrel of a gun,
so scoop me up, loop me out, scout out a space where the day's in a place where I know it will stay, in this challenge I face where the case is unsolved I resolve to uncover the truth and yet the lies fly in flocks which block the sight in my eyes and prise the light from my day, a ketch or a sloop, drop me out of the loop and let me sail off to sea.
I could be, but I'm not the distant spot that you scratch on the charts that you keep in the cupboard by your bed or the lead that's unspent, the bullet never sent,
I could be, but never went there, only walked planks on building sites where dreams are built from days to nights and the promises of a completion are deleted in the draft.