Go Down To The Water

Go down to the water where oil floats by

Drop your hair down and cry

And write with your finger in the sand

Mail it out with the tide

Mail it out with the high and the low

Watch the marks in the sand

Listen to the fog on the homeless waves

And feel the salt sea in your hands

Smell that sea wind, taste on your lips

That foam that rolls over my lost ships

And write your letter once more in the sand

Where the breaker dips and our undertow slips

Kneel down and feel the water's edge

Write our names side by side

And look and listen to all those ships

That toss in the fog and in the tides

Let down your hair when you kneel down there

Let me be the wind that pulls your hair

And you be the man you made out of sand

And let your hands keep making him there

When nobody is looking kiss your hand

And touch to the nose of your man in the sand

Then lay down with your head on his chest

Be nice, be nice to your man on the sand