Tumbling Bay

Make some kind of time machine
To bring back Saturday
On my back talking to you
With no implications
Blow sun over River Banks
Fingers stained with blackery
Getting drunk at Tumbling Bay
But no consideration
How could I have known the truth
In and in your heart well
I’m as blind as a man can be
You gave me no indication
Now the ground caves in beneath you
And I wish that I could help you
But if I threw you a line
I’d only entangle you
Step back in my time machine
And rewind to Saturday
In a carpool of our friends
And no complications