Some Sort of Song (Bonus Track)

I whistle a bicycle tune
As I go out for a walk
Flannel grey and backwash clouds
I'm only a little down

A day that's outgrown its clothes
Looking for a picture to pose
The air's just this side of cold
And I can't seem to follow this road

And I'm going out of my way
Thinking 'bout the cattle ablaze
Draw my arms close to my side
An old clean jacket where I can hide
Hide

Wrap my legs 'round the pillow and I'm gone
Listen to the fan rattle all night long
Lay my arm cross the cat sing some sort of song
Listen to the fan rattle all night long
Long
Long

Cold rails run smooth of crime
And every week that train will lie
And every day I'm more kin than kind
And every hour my smart ass shines

And I'm going out of my way
Thinking bout the kettle and blaze
Draw my cat close to my side
Stuff her in my jacket where she can hide
Hide

Wrap my legs round the pillow and I'm gone
Listen to the fan rattle all night long
Lay my arm cross the cat sing some sort of song
Listen to the fan rattle all night long
Long
Long