Wading In Waist-High Water (Live On Boston Harbor)

Summer all over

Blame it on timing

Weakening August water

Loose-eyed in morning

Sunlight covered over

Wading in sight of fire

And we're finally aligning

More than maybe I can choose

Soon as I knew you

All so wide open

Wading inside of fire

As if I just saw you

Cross Second Avenue

Wading in waist-high water

And I love you so violent

More than maybe I can do

Now we're finally aligning

More than maybe I can choose