Bubba's Blues

It's seven in the morning, and I'm building a tree house for two
let's make up the mess we made from mayhem and chess

there is silence on the other side
moon and mills, pockets full of pills
trying hard to stay off the track,
but my wonderment is you in the sack

it's eight in the evening, having difficulties with my dreams
be aware of the robots in here they might just lick your hair