At the telephone booth in the rain, it's
Been like this four nights and three days, and
Who's to say thirty-six aren't to come, it's an
April shower but I'm ready for the flood, and
Neither six hundred nor the chosen one,
still I lower the planks
and march the wild things on, and
God said, "Build it out of gopher wood,"
and I said back,
"You know music it floats real good" and
How is an olive leaf, enough of a covenant
Borne on a small wing after a long dark
Should I still walk the edge,
if the waters are rising
Two by two they march on,
safe I walk all alone
See I'm no good with a hammer
or a nail, and the
Wind will have to carry me 'cause I never
learned to sail, and
I didn't get sea legs when they
were passed out, but I
Learned to sing from way down
deep where it counts, and
How will I calculate my area
Three decks are a lot for a paper
thin tape measure, and
How will I catch two of every fish
and every bird, with
Music alone can I float through this world?
I know that I have made it this way
Unrequited love leaves a lot to say
And a lot of free time
to sing away the days, and
Makes me want to be
just a little bit crazy, and
Our greatest gift is the survival urge, and
If I seem distant
I'm just protecting myself, and
People tell me my full name means pearl,
like an oyster in my shell
I will make something beautiful
