It is like I am the lone passenger in a little boat
On a sunny windy day. When we are lying down
And we have good feelings it is a speedboat skipping
Like a stone among the islands I feel we‘re in.
When we are sitting in bed at five a.m. talking the light
On I don‘t feel so good I feel like we’re on a ferry
For another six hours going back and up and forth
And down. At least it‘s a boat. When I sit and talk to girls
Someplace I feel like I‘m in a maritime museum.
When we walk together to the pool or park it‘s like
I‘m rowing you across to Banff， and when I
Take you in a car to your mother‘s house， the Bay of Fundy.
At work the coast guard， walking there the merchant
Marine， me in my pea coat.