Changing a bulb from a loose legged chair
Finishing sentences you didn't start
You say this is madness
And the ocean's calling
I'm taking water
You tell your directions
Safe from the edge of the shore
The waves are crashing
And I'm going under
Your words keep ringing
All of the way from the shore
Holding out
Stories of making land
Hold on hold on for all you can
No wind a sea of oil and stale air
I go under into the green
Take me down down into the deep
And my arms are aching
And I tumble silent
The ocean pulls me
Miles away from the shore
