Cabin Fever

I don't know where to begin

I'm watching the hair grow through my skin

The milk that's drawn, some say, is a sin

My head's in the clouds, feet in the house

I'm just sittin', watchin' the world spin

I don't know the time of day

It's hungry work, what can I say?

But a mouthful of words keeps the hunger away

Is this all a song, a life to prolong, or is it just a death to delay

I've stayed a while and played a while And, God, I've been awake a while

Only seven days of summer, a few nights to sleep