Nothing Much

I been sitting in a hurricane like a notebook left in the rain
Waiting for the medicine to ease my pain, sitting in a hurricane
Just staring at this loaf of bread,
beating a horse that's already dead
Trying to remember what you never said, staring at this loaf of bread

Nothing much, nothing much
If you ask me what I'm up to
Nothing much

Just waiting for the ink to dry, teaching this fish how to fly
Staring at a picture of a piece of pie, waiting for the ink to dry
If you could see what's in my brain, you'd probably label me insane
Pull out my teeth and have me
detained, if you could see what's in my brain

Nothing much, nothing much
If you ask me what I'm up to
Nothing much

So I'll keep talking on banana phones, trying to write a decent song
Tearing up the pages of a Rolling Stone, talking on banana phones

Nothing much, nothing much
If you ask me what I'm up to
Nothing much