Swimmer - Room Eleven

You want to pull me in

But I’m not a swimmer

I wish I could jump in

But the water is too dark

You do things without thinking

You still can

You change directions easily

With your eyes half closed

I look out the rear view

At the trees on the side of the road

You do things without thinking

You still can

We’ll find a pace to walk in

When I’ve touched the ground

If you could let me know

When you’re slowing down

You’re running

Running wild

In the city’s manic night

I am waiting

Waiting still

For soothing morning light

You do things without thinking

You still can

We’ll find a pace to walk in

When I’ve touched the ground

If you could let me know

When you’re slowing down

I’m not a swimmer

I’m not a swimmer

I’m not a swimmer