Grazing Sheep 


Words by Ian Barlow
Music by The Dig



Feel like an invisible man thrust back into a former day,
But lacking the ability to communicate in any way.
You can't hypnotize me with your eyes,
But it won't surprise me if you try.
Opaque fantasies of the gift that's on delay,
But I always wear a frown.
And I don't understand why you always,
Contradict my face and the place in which I draw a maze.
Walking down the lonesome corridor with a life-long haze,
You can't penalize me with your eyes,
But it won't surprise me if you try.
Watching over the sheep as they slowly graze,
But I always wear a frown,
And I don't understand why.

The traffic up ahead seems to be moving slow and,
When you feel some pity can you show me where to go?
I've lost my direction and I need some insight,
I need a fix or something to get me through this night.

Deafening sounds of the echo that plagues your head,
Helps observe and confirm the meaning of all she said.
You can't ostracize me with your eyes,
But it won't surprise me if you try to,
Complicate the method where you choose the pack you led,
But I always wear a frown.
And I don't understand why you always,
Contradict the choice of choosing the choice you chose,
Owing all the owners a piece of what it is you own.
You can't emphasize me with you eyes,
But it won't surprise me if you try.
You watched over all the sheep as they slowly rose,
But I always wear a frown,
And I don't understand why.

The bumpy road ahead seems to be veering left,
Torn between the choices known as love and theft.
Tap me on the shoulder to unleash a brand new phase,
Watching over fields as the white sheep slowly graze.