Friday, March 06, 2009
At The Waterline
I don't write about the really important stuff at this blog. Not in my own words. I rely on rock and roll for the big stuff. I always have.
Waterline by Peter Stuart
of Dog's Eye View
I'm walking with my father's ghost,
And he's talking to me.
He says "I'm sorry."
But it's so hard to be free.
He says "I knew you when you were so young
Now you will never know me...
Except from pictures that you might find from
When you were three or four or five..."
Down at the waterline,
I'm at the waterline tonight.
I'm at the waterline,
At the waterline tonight.
Now I'm talking with my sister
Who says she knows you well.
She says she hears you in her hallway at night,
And sometimes she can smell you.
But not me.
I have to make it up
From the smallest clues I can find.
Me, I have to dig you up
From the corners of my mind.
We're at the waterline,
At the waterline tonight.
We're at the waterline.
We're at the waterline tonight.
Well, I built this boat with you, my friend,
And you're not here to get in.
I'm wondering, should I let it go?
Should I see if I can swim?
I'm standing in this boat I've built,
And the water is at my knees.
I thought that I might find you here,
But it looks like it's just me.
It's just me.
Here at the waterline,
At the waterline tonight.
At the waterline,
The waterline tonight.
I'm walking with my father's ghost.
He's talking to me,
He says "I'm sorry."
"If you do not forgive, you will not be forgiven." - Matt. 6:15
It's a great song. Buy it for a buck at this link.
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