Great Lake Swimmers Pulling On A Line
The line runs through like a train in a book Or metres underwater, ending with a hook It sways in the air when there's wind enough to lift, The fine ones are boundaries when There is a rift
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line I'm just pulling on a line I'm just pulling on a line, on a line Sometimes it pulls on me
The line, it inks across the freshly fallen snow, Where only those embracing coldness would go It whistles and it whispers, and sometimes it howls, It sings to me sweetly from the trees and in vowels
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line I'm just pulling on a line I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, And sometimes it pulls on me
The line, it writes itself across the dark sky, In the electric flushes ending with a sigh It weaves itself into a fabric so true and flows just like the river, graceful and blue
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, I'm just pulling on a line I'm just pulling on a line, on a line And sometimes it pulls on me
