Little More Time

Gimme just a little more time
And I'll be flowing to your door.
Just like a seed all my moves are slow
I'm always heading for unsure.

I like to think I'm not a complicated man,
But then again I can't be sure.
So give me just a little more time, you know,
You'll give me til the early morn'.

I play the flute in a rag doll suit,
And you wear the overcoat.
I never wanted you more than the time
You buttoned I across your throat.

You held my arm like an anchoer would tie itself onto a boat.
And whispered in my ear
" Wish how you'd take me from here"
Looking out towards the coves.

Clean the table and go.
Make tracks in the snow.
We're knocking knees in a traveling breeze
And swinging babies on our hip.

My mouth is open singing bout that trip,
Slipped you on a city trip.
I watch you move in
Clean the table and go.
Make tracks in the snow.