Dryland - Chris Pureka

Well I slide through the days

or drink them like water,

hope I’ll wake up again to a sparrow song…

I’m holding myself,

waiting and waiting in the belly of a boat,

praying for dryland…

Well the key that’s in question,

I tied it to the end of a kite-string

on a windy day.

Well, you can have it if you find it,

but the last time I saw it

it was heading north to the mountain-lands

and here I am…

Turning in circles,

watching the hour hand passing me by…

all these saltwater days

until it finally seems like the north star is returning to the night sky,

to my night sky…

So I made a little room,

up on the top shelf

and I won’t hold that place dog-eared anymore,

no which is to say

life just goes on dear,

which is to say

sometimes I miss you like hell…

I’m holding myself,

waiting and waiting in the belly of a boat,

praying for dryland,

I’m holding myself,

waiting and waiting in the belly of a boat,

praying for dryland…

I can slide through the days

or drink them like water

hope I’ll wake up again

to a morning song…