i'm elbow deep and ten feet high
i'm cold and i'm clean and ..
he's not even touchin the tide
i'm wading out and i'm reaching
i've got seaweed wrappin
around my legs
i'm looking for the open sea
and i'm pulling and strivin and..
he's nowhere close to me
scales are humming and notes
are flying past and i look
back ..
to have footprints
leading away to greet me