Dryland

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...
 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'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'll wake up again
 To a morning song...