Well I slide through the days
Or drink them like water,
Hope I'll wake up again to a sparrow song...
I'm holding myself,
Waiting and waiting in the belly of a boat,
Praying for dryland...
Well the key that's in question,
I tied it to the end of a kite-string
On a windy day.
Well, you can have it if you find it,
But the last time I saw it
It was heading north to the mountain-lands
And here I am....
Turning in circles,
Watching the hour hand pa**ing me by...
All these saltwater days
Until it finally seems like the north star is returning to the night sky,
To my night sky....
So I made a little room,
Up on the top shelf
And I won't hold that place dog-eared anymore,
No which is to say
Life just goes on dear,
Which is to say
Sometimes I miss you like hell...
I'm holding myself,
Waiting and waiting in the belly of a boat,
Praying for dryland,
I'm holding myself,
Waiting and waiting in the belly of a boat,
Praying for dryland...
I can slide through the days
Or drink them like water
Hope I'll wake up again
To a morning song....