Little More Time

Gimme just a little more time and I'll be flowing to your door.
 Just like a seed all my moves are slow I'm always heading for unsure.
 I like to think I'm not a complicated man, but then again I can't be sure.
 So give me just a little more time, you know, you'll give me til the early morn'.
 I play the flute in a rag doll suit, and you wear the overcoat.
 I never wanted you more than the time you buttoned I across your throat.
 You held my arm like an anchoer would tie itself onto a boat.
 And whispered in my ear "
 Wish how you'd take me from here" looking out towards the coves.
 Clean the table and go.
 Make tracks in the snow.
 We're knocking knees in a traveling breeze and swinging babies on our hip.
 My mouth is open singing bout that trip, slipped you on a city trip.
 I watch you move in