a small and weary boat in the harbour, harbour of gold a small and weary boat in the harbor, harbor of gold it cannot swim, it cannot sail the tide will take it out of the bay the tide will take it away like a fish afraid of the water like a bird afraid of the sky like a fish afraid of the water like a bird afraid of the sky a small and weary boat it's not its harbour, harbour of home a small and weary boat will it remain, remain afloat? I lie inside and watch my skin underwater, vanishing now I know the tide is in