Me and You， Watson - Alec Ounsworth

Me and You, Watson - Alec Ounsworth
The sound of the foghorn it tears me from my sleep
I'm much too tired for the waking
But too wired for the sheep
And the anvils on the table
And the sword is on the door
Now it's time to pick up breadcrumbs
That you spilled upon the floor
Now I can't forget to put the pipe
In my mouth for the smell
Well tell the neighbors that I'm on the beat again
So please don't pause
In any strange and darkened corners
For that's where I'm looking first
I'll rip the groceries from your arms
And empty the contents of your purse
Me and you Watson me and you Watson
Me and you Watson me and you Watson
Joke is on me
As it somehow always seems to be
I went looking for some hard clues
Of the inner city trees
And there was no one to be found
You are no one to be seen
And it's getting late at night
Now Watson let's grab a cup of tea
I'm sitting in my room again
Still waiting for your call
I got a blister on my forehead from
When I leaned against the wall
And my notebook's full of memories
Too sad for one to tell
About the time that you were next to me shaking
Shaking
Me and you Watson me and you Watson
Me and you Watson me and you Watson