[Verse 1] The writer's always writing rights And dwelling on his wrongs And sifting through the salt and sand For meanings in my songs I fell asleep in 213 And woke up on a beach The words were spitting out like blood With broken parts of speech "Oh well how we've missed you son We're so glad you made it back All the nerves that make this world Are falling out of wack." It's easy to count the monsters here When two plus one makes three The Walrus and the Carpenter Are starting towards the sea [Verse 2] It's been seven days and seven months Since I have seen you last I've been sleeping in the garden patch Trying not to crash But every now and then I look Down towards the sea And all those monsters from the monster books Are waiting there for me "Someday you will dine with us You cannot deny us that You'll march those unsuspecting fools Downtown to meet their match" If someone would take a closer look At the words in all my songs They'd know the Walrus and the Carpenter Had been there all along