Feb 07, 2005 23:40
Maybe you'll read these... Since I don't know what to say, I'll let what other people have written say it for me.
So, I'm swimming
At noon the wind comes through across the bay on a clear day
And I can watch the boats come in and set their anchors
And my folks are away at the store
So I dont have to listen to anyone say anything
And I'll swim out as far as I can
And float on my back
Just waiting for nothing
I hope they never come back to this house
It's a lot more fun alone
I can do anything I want
So I'm swimming
More like floating
And I'll just stay out here until the night comes crashing down
And I'll swim out as far as I can
And float on my back
Just waiting for nothing
They always come home at the wrong time
Like when I'm alright and don't need no one at all.
They always come home.
At the wrong time.