Cabin Fever

Waterfowl

8-30-03

Some say I've lost my head.
I'll say I haven't again.
I throw a rock at the chicken of the sea.
Cursed my broken heart and took a knee.
I found a way to forever.
I drew a map and followed it down.
If close not never-
this is not my town. I don't belong.

Upstream. My battles
are set up so I can come back from behind.
With my tail between my legs,
         so help me,
if you mean anything you'll look just one more time
into you.
Into us.
Don't let the flapping wings
pull you back into the sea.
Don't let the flapping wings
pull you that much farther away from me.

You can't read the expression on my face.
You can't feel the longing of your embrace.
All you know is the sea.
All you know is you less me.
I found a way to forever.
I drew a map (from my head)
and followed it down (to my heart).
I drew a map and followed it down.
If clever not never-
if clever not never-
it's you now or never, now or forever-
this is not my town. I don't belong.
I don't belong.