Lonely Lyle

Poor Lyle
He lives in an hourglass
Counting every grain he sees
Nothing but time
Always the sun
Kiss of a 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 wizard bow (?)
Pull action to pad (?)
Confirming his survival
With rocks for his tools
And salt for his wounds
And left 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
Kiss of a 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 wizard bow (?)
Pull action to pad (?)
Confirming his survival
With rocks for his tools
And salt for his wounds
And left 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

Nobody
Meets him there, out there (?)
Nobody
Meets him there, out there (?)
Nobody
Meets him there (?)