As does the fog of the bay creep he comes to blanket me and all my usual worries do not matter now as I revel in the beauty that lies in the sight of him asleep And so the walls I built erode to debris My only defense is a pile at my feet I'm turning a new leaf He drifts along in the upsweep of a stream that empties into me and he takes refuge in my keep and all my usual worries do not matter now as I'm watching him asleep And so the walls I built erode to debris My only defense is a pile at my feet And this is a battle I will not retreat I'm turning a new leaf