I think I'd like the ocean, if I went there
They say it's deep and wide, and runs as far as you could ever see
and I'd like that consistency.
I'd go out in a boat
a small wooden row boat
and lay myself down in the bottom.
I'd stare up at the sky, gray as the sea,
and let the wind kiss on my nose.
Instead of oars I'd bring out memories
of a girl I knew one time or other.
I'd drift with her across the ocean.
We'd lie in the bottom of our small wooden boat
with the wind kissing on our noses,
and get lost on the endless horizon.
I think she'd like the ocean, if she went there.
They say it's deep and wide, and runs as far as you could ever see.
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 11:58 PM UTC
I think I'd like the ocean, if I went there
They say it's deep and wide, and runs as far as you could ever see
and I'd like that consistency.
I'd go out in a boat
a small wooden row boat
and lay myself down in the bottom.
I'd stare up at the sky, gray as the sea,
and let the wind kiss on my nose.
Instead of oars I'd bring out memories
of a girl I knew one time or other.
I'd drift with her across the ocean.
We'd lie in the bottom of our small wooden boat
with the wind kissing on our noses,
and get lost on the endless horizon.
I think she'd like the ocean, if she went there.
They say it's deep and wide, and runs as far as you could ever see.
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