A Boat

     When I am sitting at my desk and I have feelings
     It is like I am the lone passenger in a little boat
     On a sunny windy day. When we are lying down
     And we have good feelings it is a speedboat skipping
     Like a stone among the islands I feel we‘re in.
     When we are sitting in bed at five a.m. talking the light
     On I don‘t feel so good I feel like we’re on a ferry
     For another six hours going back and up and forth
     And down. At least it‘s a boat. When I sit and talk to girls
     Someplace I feel like I‘m in a maritime museum.
     When we walk together to the pool or park it‘s like
     I‘m rowing you across to Banff， and when I
     Take you in a car to your mother‘s house， the Bay of Fundy.
     At work the coast guard， walking there the merchant
     Marine， me in my pea coat.