over, under   rain and thunder   won't keep slowing fisherman   from trying to stay under   waves for days   for weeks   for eventually   the better part of your last year   at some old school in delaware      this may take a while    but please return our smile   you can run our hearts   corrupt the files   i can't   stop starring   this speech   i'm tearing   it's causing complications   and you're oh so daring   but try to fool me one more time   and i'll get back at you   even though my legs   aren't anecdotes for words   you wrote   for weekends at the cape   sailing on your father's boat   sailing on the sea of indescision   oh    sweet mariners   sweet mariners   we've all gone fishing      this tree   this lake   this wood   this mountain   won't clear up the sediment   collecting in the fountains   in the center of a town   next to a town   where you grew up   this state    it's getting late   and the children can't relate   to things we speak of constantly   the boring cold monotomy   and all the things that come about   when you say you've forgotten me