The Thinnest of Maps

It's midday in the town
 All the people drive around
 With the cars that they afford
 With the gold in their drawers
 You need money to get you by
 You need anything to get you high
 You don't eat or sleep or talk
 And you've been drinking around the clock
 Pills and boats and suns
 You're selling clothes
 I'm coming home
 I'm wide awake
 I'm wide awake
 Bays and grains of sand
 You're selling clothes
 I'm coming home
 I'm wide awake
 I'm wide awake
 I found you in between
 My skin and the sheets
 Tonight I'm selling clothes
 Tonight I'm coming home
 Pills and boats and suns
 You're selling clothes
 I'm coming home
 I'm wide awake
 I'm wide awake
 Bays and grains of sand
 You're selling clothes
 I'm coming home
 I'm wide awake
 I'm wide awake
 The thinnest
 The thinnest of maps
 The thinnest
 The thinnest of maps
 The thinnest
 The thinnest
 Pills and boats and suns
 I'm selling clothes
 I'm coming home
 (What child here has crossed this road?)
 And bays and grains of sand
 You're selling clothes
 I'm sailing home
 (What fish world has sunk this boat?)
 The thinnest
 The thinnest of maps
 The thinnest
 The thinnest of maps
 Threads and vines and glass
 You're selling clothes
 I'm coming home
 I'm wide awake
 I'm wide awake
 Pills and boats and suns
 You're selling clothes
 I'm coming home
 I'm wide awake
 I'm wide awake