Adriatic

Stranger,
It's all going to fade with lemon.
The records had all been erased.
My timing was off, Had been off For so many years.
The lights were
Not coming
But,
I still had my ears.
Babadadada dadadada, Badadada dada dada.
Goodbye sinkhole eyes.
As I head back to Ithaca,
[Not New York]...
My Adriatic, My Adriatic Now.
My Adriatic.
They try to talk you away, In stages, And by degrees.
Some days I let them.
Moving along,
Forgetting, Some days I let them.
Babadadada dadadada, Badadada dada dada.
All I have is trying to age without Indifference.
Is all I've got,
My Adriatic
My Adriatic
Now?
My Adriatic.
It's all going to fade.