Pigtail - Trey Anastasio

I’m halfway, fully, nearly close to just beyond it

Right beside and just a hair’s breadth, in between, next to and closer

I’m approximately, roughly, more or less, about exactly

Almost close by and adjacent

Handy local, within hailing but the cloud then passes over

And you’re vague aloof and distant, isolated and secluded

Far flung, far off and remote, you’re faint and hazy indistinct

Your pigtail has been dipped in ink, dipped in ink, dipped in ink

Reserved you wander unattached

Till the sun comes out at last

Somehow, you comprehend and I’m becoming conscious again

I’m becoming conscious again

Unconscious again, I’m conscious again

Unconscious again, I’m conscious again

Unconscious again, I’m conscious again

Unconscious again, unconscious again

Appreciate, grasp and recognize our mutually proximate prize

And if the stars line up tonight

Then you and I will be all right

If the planets don’t align

You go your way, I’ll go mine

I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind

Your pigtail dipped in ink, I’m conscious again

Unconscious again, your pigtail dipped in ink

I’m conscious again, unconscious again

Your pigtail dipped in ink, I’m conscious again

Unconscious again, your pigtail dipped in ink

I’m conscious again, unconscious again

Your pigtail dipped in ink

Dipped in ink, dipped in ink

Your pigtail dipped in ink

I’m conscious again, unconscious again

Your pigtail dipped in ink

I’m conscious again, unconscious again

Your pigtail dipped in ink

I’m conscious again, unconscious again

Your pigtail dipped in ink

I’m conscious again, unconscious again

Your pigtail