in my waiting time I think of youpure beauty and longingwistful understanding to desireyour western drawl remindeds me of summermy passion stirred and I feel the pangs againto go down south and meet you barefoot in the grassmy soul...

  While searching for tomorrow, I found yesterdayWhen you broke my heart and left me feeling this wayIf the universe was formed of chaos how did we go wrongI pulled you in so close you were the only one that...

I wonder, after all these years,If she still considers herself luckyTo have landed a fishOf such colour and tenacity.Or,Does she now only seeFaded beautySans scales, sans colour, sans vitalityYet still attached to her hook?I ask myself the same questions...

  The problems that you mentioned baby, we could've worked throughTackled one by one, against me and youI realize that the weight seems all on your shouldersBut I'll carry you and your problems, just let me hold you I can see...

Awright, Pollywogs and wee tiny crabs Gather all around and hear me gab I'm spinnin' a yarn that's salty and true Get yer hands from ye pockets and quit playin' pool Now, Swabby Sam, he liked his rum And got real sloshed while choppin'...