Garden Gate

Well I’m sitting in the middle of a story Would you like to read my line Sipping on a morning glory Would you like to taste my wine Don’t forget to tell the sun I sleep through the day See him when the morning comes Everything’s OK The captain’s in the chartroom Navigating on a star Can’t know where we’re going 'Cause he don’t know where we are Don’t you think I don’t know How to tell the time Can’t you see you can’t sell me Something that is mine You just sit to talking And I’m sure there’s nothing said Your book is lying open And I don’t think much is read The dog is outside barking At something he can’t see The garden gate is closing