from Underneath
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I have drifted down a ways along the shoreline,
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I just watched these ropes give way
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where they were tied.
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I could have reached out quick when the ropes first slipped, if I had tried,
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but I was wondering
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where the wind was trying to take me
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overnight, if I never did resist, and
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what strange breezes make a sailor want to
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let it come to this,
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with lines untied, slipping through my fist.
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It is downhill all the way to the ocean,
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so of course the river always wants to flow.
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The river's been here longer,
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it's older and stronger and knows where to go,
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and I was wondering where the river's
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trying to take me
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overnight, if I never did resist, and
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what strange breezes make a sailor want to
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let it come to this,
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with lines untied, slipping through my fist.
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This is where I played as a baby.
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This is where I ran as a child.
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This is where my dad took the last breath he had,
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and smiled.
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I guess I'm wondering
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where this place is trying to take me
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overnight, if I never did resist, and
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what strange breezes make a sailor want to
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let it come to this,
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with lines untied, slipping through my fist.
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¨Ï1999 Midnight Ocean Bonfire Music(ASCAP)/Cindy Lou My Dear (ASCAP) Goldheart Pictures Corporation Publishing Designee
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All Rights Reserved/International Copyright Secured
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Slipping Through My Fist
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David Wilcox |