Dry Land

One, two, three, four

In the past I was a sailor

Swimmer of the ocean of failure

I died alone inside a womb

And now I crave all citrus

And my thirst is endless

All my clothes are shades of blue

Reborn to walk these streets

Miles and miles from the sea

Can't see the stars above

No sails to carry me

Every wound I've given

Every scar I've kept

I blame it all on dry land

Trashed dirt and gasoline

I can't seem to stay clean

City sun bakes me dry

I leave things as I found them

I climb up every mountain

Just to keep her in my eye

I miss her waves of salt

Telling me it's not my fault

Even from far away

I hear them sirens calling

It brings me to my knees

I lost all that's close to me

I blame it all on dry land

Out of Santa Fe

Up to Half Moon Bay

Where the sand blows on the road

I miss my native waters

I miss my sort of daughter

More than they will ever know

Lovers pass by

I-I don't mind

They had their chances

I had mine and

One day I'll say it again

She'll ask me where I've been

I'll blame it on no dry land