Checking Out - Allan Holdsworth

You keep me hanging here

And you steal my time

While I wear my heart out on my sleeve

Oh, on my sleeve

Me, I am falling down

Come see me drown

Checking Out the bottles

At the bar

Like to be away so far

Me, wonder will the wind blow?

Am I chasing snow, though I’ll never show

My sorrow’s face, my sorrow’s face?

Oh you, do you have to toy with

A bolted chest in my mind’s chaotic

Lumber room, rattling on fair fortune’s loom?