Well I slide through the daysnor drink them like water,nhope I'll wake up again to a sparrow song...nnI'm holding myself,nwaiting and waiting in the belly of a boat,npraying for dryland...nnWell the key that's in question,nI tied it to the end of a kite-stringnon a windy day.nnWell, you can have it if you find it,nbut the last time I saw itnit was heading north to the mountain-landsnand here I am....nnTurning in circles,nwatching the hour hand passing me by...nall these saltwater daysnuntil it finally seems like the north star is returning to the night sky,nto my night sky....nnSo I made a little room,nup on the top shelfnand I won't hold that place dog-eared anymore,nno which is to saynlife just goes on dear,nwhich is to saynsometimes I miss you like hell...nnI'm holding myself,nwaiting and waiting in the belly of a boat,npraying for dryland,nI'm holding myself,nwaiting and waiting in the belly of a boat,npraying for dryland...nnI can slide through the daysnor drink them like waternhope I'll wake up againnto a morning song.... nn