Lletres: Hot Tuna. Sleep Song.

Sure a lot smaller everyday
Wonder why we feel this way
You don't know that I've got nothing left to say

I've been blown across the water
Like a ship ain't got no sail
That ain't no way to feel

I feel that longing loud and clear
Dead end streets and I lay here
When you're flying you've got nothing left to fear

'Less you're gonna cross the water
Like a ship ain't got no sail
That ain't no way to feel

Winter wind keeps blowing through the trees
But life keeps breathing gaily as you please
Hey now, silver birches lying by the road
Branches lined against the winter snow

We left the shelter yesterday
After we had played some way
You can find that I've got nothing left to say

'Less you're gonna cross the water
Like a ship ain't got no sail
That ain't no way to feel

I've been blown cross the water
Like a ship ain't got no sail
That ain't no way to feel