in the shadow of the island across the bay
i see a boat move, i see it all the way
from over here
looking up, from my book
looking out over the water
it's no wonder
that i am sick and lonely
when i live
afraid of my own company


no sailing today on the lake
so smooth, like metal, like gray
i could disappear in to the water
if only i wasn't so afraid
bird feeder, outside the window
there are bees drowning
it's no wonder
that i am sick and lonely
when i live
afraid of my company


go away.


i can see the sun on the trees
up the mountain
but you wouldn't know
that it was summer
except for those birds
that are fighting
and those bees
that are drowning
and that girl
who is crying
it's no wonder
that i am sick and lonely
when i live
afraid of my own company.


go away.