All the while the day grows darkerAnd nothing dry is left.The eternal endurance of water has won,And now even what’s wrong is right.You can see it, but you cannot understand itNothing more can be doneBut surrender beneath the weight of it allAnd beWashed AwayThis is what it is to be human
Wishing for another momentTo captureTheInconvenient gazeOf a child’sBrightAnd silent futureBefore they comeTo haul it all away
We never did imagineThe goldenAccelerationOf our free fallWould yield… Such high rentFor apartments so small AndSo many left turns AndNo rights at all
Each passing stormBrings a clearingOf mindRevealingSpiral rhythmsOf colorIn your eyesBoth fragileAnd totally free
I’ve been told lately That I didn’t paint this one quite right Or it must be somewhere else That our local jetty doesn’t look like this That it’s all busted up And full of holes Where the ocean pours in And leaves salt in every wound But I painted this a long time ago […]
These trembling walls danceWith their Maker’s invisible spiritAs we wage war on tomorrow’s past Victory was better an hour agoAnd defeat is a low-tide Rising
One world aboveAnd another belowIt might be heaven up thereButDown hereWe live in our vans
On that day we harnessedHistory’s joyousLaughterBut there was nobodyAround to hear itSo instead weSplitThe difference
They’ll happily share with youEach and every wave you rideWhether you like itOr not But then again…They’ll also cook you up a cup of Dutch CoffeeIn the parking lot
