Thursday, June 16, 2011

The wooden boat




A little boy me went fishing in a wooden boat 
Sitting there for hours in the cold 
Patience is a virtue til we die 
Then a ripple in the water caught my eye 

Sometimes we don't know what we're waiting for 
That's the time to be the first one on the dance floor 
We go from green to blue to gold to black 
Breathe deep, who knows how long this will last 

Only was last week I learned to drive 
Stole my Mother's keys and drove all night 
Christine never showed it's 4am 
Started up Mum's car drove home again

Sometimes we don't know what we're waiting for 
That's the time to be the first one on the dance floor 
We go from green to blue to gold to black 
Breathe deep, who knows how long this will last 

One year ago I kissed my bride 
Now I wait to hear my baby's cry 
Woman showed me all that she knew then 
To cut himself down man's born again 

Sometimes we don't know what we're waiting for 
That's the time to be the first one on the dance floor 
We go from green to blue to gold to black 
Breathe deep, who knows how long this will last 

Christine died and now I'm here alone 
What I wouldn't give to be on that wooden boat

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