In and Out

In and Out.
In and Out.
Lying awake on a Wednesday pint night.
It didn't work out,
it never works out.
Will it work out.
They're out and about.

Cravings abound,
lost and found.
T i c k i n g time bomb shrouded in sound.

Mud of the moon,
fibre for the loins,
for the mind
for the dollar.

Rising and falling.
Falling.
Fallen.
Crashen.
Gone.

In and out.
In and out.