Blankets-Garciaphone

I was sitting quiet at the dock end retrieving thoughts and schemes from the surface of water before they swell the clouds and rain all over me again. As I took a look at my wristwatch it immediatly turned into a wildcast that tobermoried back: " Ir's a always fun not knowing" I wonder what theu'll make of it when they toss a blanket on the pit. I wonder what they'll make of us. When they toss a blanket on the fuse. You twisted words to convince fellows now you twist the meaning so as it fits your words. We may all surrender and get used to being followed by out leaders. I wonder what they'll make of it when they toss a blanket on the pit if you meet the wasted angels weeping, tell'em not to worry. The west wind will burn everything I wonder that they'll make of it. When they toss a blanket on the plit I wonder that they'll make of us. When they toss a blanket on the fuse.