Pushing Oars

Pushing oars

Your arms are sore

But you own the sea

And the birds are singing just for me

But then a hole

You can't control

It's wearing

And it's drowning me

And the boat's swaying

And the mermaids are praying

And the earth

Is taking me

But water turned

Is air learned

I am the sea

And the fish

Are taking to me

And the wall falls away

And you swim what you say

And the weight of your day

Is one hundred miles away

And it's clear

Without fear

My dear

That we're

One hundred miles away