It’s midday in the town   All the people drive around   With the cars that they afford   With the gold in their drawers   You need money to get you by   You need anything to get you high   You don’t eat or sleep or talk   And you’ve been drinking around the clock      Pills and boats and suns   You’re selling clothes   I’m coming home   I’m wide awake   I’m wide awake   Bays and grains of sand   You’re selling clothes   I’m coming home   I’m wide awake   I’m wide awake      I found you in between   My skin and the sheets   Tonight I’m selling clothes   Tonight I’m coming home      Pills and boats and suns   You’re selling clothes   I’m coming home   I’m wide awake   I’m wide awake   Bays and grains of sand   You’re selling clothes   I’m coming home   I’m wide awake   I’m wide awake      The thinnest    The thinnest of maps   The thinnest   The thinnest of maps   The thinnest    The thinnest      Pills and boats and suns   I’m selling clothes    I’m coming home   (What child here has crossed this road?)   And bays and grains of sand   You’re selling clothes   I’m sailing home   (What fish world has sunk this boat?)      The thinnest    The thinnest of maps   The thinnest   The thinnest of maps      Threads and vines and glass   You’re selling clothes   I’m coming home   I’m wide awake   I’m wide awake   Pills and boats and suns   You’re selling clothes    I’m coming home   I’m wide awake   I’m wide awake