Catalog Man

By Matt Freire

Pardon me sir
But you don’t understand
I’m drifting away
I’m leaving this land
The fruit has ripened
And all the leaves are green
Its time for me to go
Its time for me to leave
So what’s in advance
An agreeable thought
I don’t really know
Just don’t let the fruit rot
And who’s my advocate
And who’s my main man
Ill check the catalog
But I have no one planed

I’m selling away
I’m leaving this place
Cataloged mind
In the outer space
I’m chanting alone
I have a map of the stars
Leaving mundane
It’s Venus and mars

Pardon me sir
But you must consider
The stars in this world
Are much to bitter
Custodies mine
Of this map on the floor
Leaving the trees
You’ll see me no more
It’s my diplomacy
To sell away
Don’t enable me
So I have to stay
The stars call me
I must be enrolled
They endorse my life
So I’ll never be cold

I’m selling away
I built a rocket ship
I’m seeing the world
I’m taking a trip
And if you want me
Then just chant along
And look to the stars
That’s where I’ve gone

Theirs a place out there
Built for me
With no gravity
Where I can be free
In my place
There will be no grief
My supple world
With life at my feet
And what is kosher
It’s what I say
And you can be free
Every day

It’s the catalog man
On his lonesome ship
I don’t loiter around
I’m off on a trip
It’s the catalog man
Going for a ride
Seeing the stars
That’s where I’ll hide