give me a paddle for this turn of phrase
and I’ll meet you down the river in a couple of days
I’ve got my stockpile knee-high
no passers-by, just me the lake and the sky

pre-chorus:
oh hey-oh…

chorus:
I dreamt we were drinking from the river
no glint of greed in our eyes
he sees no fair-weathered future
on the horizon of our city skies
so tired of the sandbox wars
who’s first through the door?
how much loot did you score?
and how do we
get
more

we’ve got a tendency to veer dangerously near
the “Pop”! of our sphere
if they push us and they shove
let them provoke only love

pre-chorus
chorus


©2004, Music and Lyrics by Layah Jane Singer-Wilson