Lull

Being alone, it can be quite romantic

Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic

A fantastic voyage to parts unknown

Going to depths where the sun's never shone

And I fascinate myself when I'm alone

So I go a little overboard, but hang on to the hull

While I'm airbrushing fantasy art on a life

That's really kind of dull

Oh, I'm in a lull

I'm all for moderation, but sometimes it seems

Moderation itself can be a kind of extreme

So I joined the congregation

I joined the softball team

I went in for my confirmation

Where incense looks like steam

I start conjugating proverbs

Where once there were nouns

This whole damn rhyme scheme's

Starting to get me down

Oh, I'm in a lull

I'm in a lull

Being alone, it can be quite romantic

Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic

A fantastic voyage to parts unknown

Going to depths where the sun's never shone

And I fascinate myself, sure I do

When I'm alone

I'm rambling on rather self-consciously

While I'm stirring these condiments into my tea

And I think I'm so vain, I bet I think this song’s about me

Don't I, don't I, don't I?

I'm in a lull...