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.