Herons - Over The Ocean

you can see the herons

fly across the lake

you can hear those lonesome

wretched sounds they make

I have seen my own soul

reflected on the water

I have seen the sky turn black

and a storm is coming, a storm is

coming on

and I say to myself

I have always been a good man

never hurt

anyone

but I can be cruel, I can be cruel

just push me now and see what I can

do

there’s a distance my legs will never

cross

between the sacred and the obscene