Hot Tuna Sea Child
Daily things fall off like water, falling down like summer rain; We see each other in confusion; Wonder why we came today. Sittin' lonely in our prison, lookin' out for ways to sail; What we'd be without confusion, in our less uncommon way. Through your hair across my eyes, the twilight shafts in soft surprise; Reminds me once again how nice, it is to be with you. 1971 Fish-o-Baby Productions