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   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 can slide through the days   Or drink them like water   Hope I wake up again   To a morning song