Poor Lyle He lives in an hourglass Counting every grain he sees Nothing but time Always the sun Kiss of a thirst felt with his teeth But he still has his arms He still has his legs Nowhere to walk to And nothing to hold After a panic Gathered his wizard bow (?) Pull action to pad (?) Confirming his survival With rocks for his tools And salt for his wounds And left to sail away But not if it's windy And not if it's cold And nothing too risky And nothing too bold Poor Lyle He lives in an hourglass Counting every grain he sees Nothing but time Always the sun Kiss of a thirst felt with his teeth But he still has his arms He still has his legs With nowhere to walk to And nothing to hold After a panic Gathered his wizard bow (?) Pull action to pad (?) Confirming his survival With rocks for his tools And salt for his wounds And left to sail away But not if it's windy And not if it's cold And nothing too risky And nothing too bold But he still has his arms He still has his legs With nowhere to walk to And nothing to hold Nobody Meets/needs him there, out there (?) Nobody Meets/needs him there, out there (?) Nobody Meets him there (?)