Seas Too Far To Reach

The ladies in my dream are so obliging.
They come on down to do the things I need.
Whether skies are calm or cut apart by lightning,
they’re always there to minister to me.

And at break of dawn
they’re sweetly shining,
and at quiet of midnight, cold and dim,
they say “don’t harm him.”
And when I wake
just as their eyes are crying,
I see that bed
and I just want to climb back in.

But let’s gather up your friends
and drive up to that country inn.
We can stay there, feeling water
warmly wash across our skin,
giving back all of our tears
so that we can cry them again.

You want to tell your dad you can’t believe he’s dying,
but let’s just walk on down the hall and shut our mouths.
The AM radio is broken down and crying
as on this hour drive we’re silent to ourselves.

Let’s go back up to your house,
And take our clothes off,
and just push and pull ourselves
until we’re deep inside of sleep.
And with your body next to me,
its sleepy sighing
sounds like waves upon a sea
too far to reach.

But I’ll gather up my men
and try to sail on it again,
and we’ll walk and quietly talk
all through the country of your skin,
made up of pieces of the places
that you’ve dreamed
and that you’ve been.
We will sleep outside in tents
upon this unfamiliar land,
and in the morning
we’ll awake,
as a foreign dawning breaks,
my men and I
we will awake
let’s try again.