Accumulatum

I cannot say a thing you hear I think I"m going blind my dear, now everything's so very clear. the night bird called me on the phone, reminding me I'm not at home, the origins are all unknown To wake and yet to be asleep, and have no promises to keep, and still the evening makes me weep and wander off to distant isles to sleep with colored crocodiles, with wanton eyes and sneaky smiles. So tuck me in and wake me down, I smiled until I couldn't frown, I've gone so dry I'm sure to drown, accumulated tears.......