Floating Away - Mark Knopfler

It’s the weight I’m trying

To get inside the frame

I’ve been painting a fat man

He’s big and fat and heavy

As a man can be

But he’s been floating away, floating away

He’s been floating away from me

In the mirror my withering skin

Is a thorny pleasure

I stand unflinching

And I mark each crease and sting

My brush my wooden flail

My ancient thresher

As unforgiving time flays everything

It’s the truth I’m trying

To get inside the frame

Now I’m painting myself naked

But I need a pair of boots

About as heavy as boots can be

Or I’d be floating away, floating away

I’d be floating away from me

And every thorn sends thistledown

Drifting all around

And floating away, floating away

Floating away from me