It is like I am the lone1 passenger in a little boat
On a sunny windy day. When we are lying down
And we have good feelings it is a speedboat skipping
Like a stone among the islands I feel were in.
When we are sitting in bed at five a.m. talking the light
On I dont feel so good I feel like were on a ferry
For another six hours going back and up and forth2
And down. At least its a boat. When I sit and talk to girls
Someplace I feel like Im in a maritime3 museum.
When we walk together to the pool or park its like
Im rowing you across to Banff, and when I
Take you in a car to your mothers house, the Bay of Fundy.
At work the coast guard, walking there the merchant
Marine4, me in my pea coat.