Running Dry
Our hands are in a knot
It's all I'm thinking of
The shape of your elusive arms
Naked by the light

I bring it all back home
Where it don't belong
I stash it in my tiny house
And leave the door ajar

I gotta find a new career
I gotta really try
I'm drowning in this atmosphere
Running dry

I'm digging my own track
No use in turning back
I'm swimming round in circles
It feels that way sometimes

Like a cat that is too weak
To stand
I lay around in corners
Of whatever room I can

I gotta find a volunteer
And space enough to thrive
This loneliness has got me near
Running dry

the fact that this one bears the same name as a Neil Young song is a coincidence. I like it because the chords' positions are unusual.