Lull

Being alone, it can be quite romantic Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic A fantastic voyage to parts unknown Going to depths where the sun's never shone And I fascinate myself when I'm alone So I go a little overboard, but hang on to the hull While I'm airbrushing fantasy art on a life That's really kind of dull Oh, I'm in a lull I'm all for moderation, but sometimes it seems Moderation itself can be a kind of extreme So I joined the congregation I joined the softball team I went in for my confirmation Where incense looks like steam I start conjugating proverbs Where once there were nouns This whole damn rhyme scheme's Starting to get me down Oh, I'm in a lull I'm in a lull Being alone, it can be quite romantic Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic A fantastic voyage to parts unknown Going to depths where the sun's never shone And I fascinate myself, sure I do When I'm alone I'm rambling on rather self-consciously While I'm stirring these condiments into my tea And I think I'm so vain, I bet I think this song’s about me Don't I, don't I, don't I? I'm in a lull...