Go and tie it to the dock so it doesn't Float out into the middle of things I'd make you jump in after it in all your clothes Just to drag it back But I want it at rope's length If I'm not being used Stare at the dark and wait for the sun That always comes up on the wrong day I throw out all my old calendars By tossing them into the lake They're all secured a few feet from shore And then I shoot myself into space I want it at rope's length If I'm not being used I throw the rope around my waist If I'm not being used