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

Here I am



Turning in circles

Watching the hour hand passing 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 can slide through the days

Or drink them like water

Hope I wake up again

To a morning song