There are few things
That distract me so
Like the sound of the waves
And the way they flow
One of these things
Is the sky
The way it breathes
All the way up high
But the one thing
That distracts me so
Is turning the pages
From the book which I hold
I am drifting, I am drifting
From the story on the page
It takes me in
Without so much as a wage
It is books that distract me
From all that I did
But I read them
So I don’t think about you