Stanton Moore - Me And You, Watson lyrics

The sound of the foghorn It tears me from my sleep I'm much too tired for the waking But to wired for the sheep And the anvil's on the table The sword is on the door It's time to pick up breadcrumbs That you spilled upon the floor Now, I can't forget to put the pipe In my mouth for the smell will tell The neighbors that I'm on the beat again So please don't pause in any Strange and darkened corners For that's where I'm looking first I'll rip the groceries from your arms And empty the contents of your purse Me and You, Watson Me and You, Watson Me and You, Watson Me and You, Watson Oh, well, I don't need nothing Oh, and I can be nothing My meat feet don't need to know But the joke is on me As it somehow always seems to be I went looking for some hard clues Up the inner-city trees And you were nowhere to be found You were nowhere to be seen It's getting late at night now, Watson, let's grab a cup of tea I'm sitting in my room again Still waiting for your call I've got a blister on my forehead From when I leaned against the wall And my notebook's full of memories Too sad for one to tell About the time when you were next to me Shaking Shaking Me and You, Watson Me and You, Watson Me and You, Watson Me and You, Watson Oh, well, I don't need nothing Oh, and I can be nothing My meat feet don't need to know