Pigtail

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