Whispertown 2000 Pushing Oars
Pushing oars
your arms are sore
but you own the sea
and the birds are singing just for me
but then a hole
you can't control
it's wearing
and it's drowning me
and the boat's swaying
and the mermaids are praying
and the earth
is taking me
but water turned
is air learned
I am the sea
and the fish
are taking to me
and the wall falls away
and you swim what you say
and the weight of your day
is one hundred miles away
and it's clear
without fear
my dear
that we're
one hundred miles away
