She comes to me  In her prewashed bright blue jeans  Bag sewn tightly  Pursed lips are kissing me  Back up to college  Just a few miles down the road  And we remember  Something we've never been told  Come up on dry land  I've had too much to drink  I'm tired and need some sleep  Come September  Cold mornings open up  Make incisions  And cut egos will erupt  What did you find  Hidden in your mind's deep recess  When the going gets tough  You and I must take a rest  Come up on dry land  Your coming into your own  But hey that's not my fault  Come up on to this dry land  Won't you let me lend a hand  Come up on to this dry land  And when I surfaced  Mountains opened up like fish  Breathe through gills now  And I'm making one small wish  With heaven beside me  There is no one can do me harm  But the devil inside me  At least then I can stay warm  Come up on dry land  She understood her fate  You can't take stands  Too late  Come up on to this dry land  Won't you let me lend a hand  Come up on to this dry land  © 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI