At the telephone booth in the rain, it's

Been like this four nights and three days, and

Who's to say thirty-six aren't to come, it's an

April shower but I'm ready for the flood, and

Neither six hundred nor the chosen one,

still I lower the planks

and march the wild things on, and

God said, "Build it out of gopher wood,"

and I said back,

"You know music it floats real good" and

How is an olive leaf, enough of a covenant

Borne on a small wing after a long dark

Should I still walk the edge,

if the waters are rising

Two by two they march on,

safe I walk all alone

See I'm no good with a hammer

or a nail, and the

Wind will have to carry me 'cause I never

learned to sail, and

I didn't get sea legs when they

were passed out, but I

Learned to sing from way down

deep where it counts, and

How will I calculate my area

Three decks are a lot for a paper

thin tape measure, and

How will I catch two of every fish

and every bird, with

Music alone can I float through this world?

I know that I have made it this way

Unrequited love leaves a lot to say

And a lot of free time

to sing away the days, and

Makes me want to be

just a little bit crazy, and

Our greatest gift is the survival urge, and

If I seem distant

I'm just protecting myself, and

People tell me my full name means pearl,

like an oyster in my shell

I will make something beautiful