May Later - Blake Mills

Lyrics by：Blake Mills/Cass McCombs

Composed by：Blake Mills/Cass McCombs

What pulls me out of my head

Is a far siren calling for me

Return return to your bed to your loving bed

I ask the siren how far to go

The siren moaned and

A hoarse wind began began to blow

The wind it did

Blow

The siren said

Not yet not yet may later

Lazy now

Come back

What pulls me out of my dreams is to know

I'll see the great brown green of your eyes

When I re-open mine when I re-open mine

I went to ask the mountain

Is now a good time

The mountain let out a great yawn

And it gave this brief reply it gave this reply

The mountain said

Not yet not yet may later

Lazy now

Come back

And still I wonder should I forge a ring

And you smirked sweetly

And said to me

Not yet not yet may later

Be lazy now

Not yet may later