Offshore blues

OFFSHORE BLUES (E A D G B E)

Hand on your heart. It’s the best place to start. Or so it seems.

Falling apart. You’re an old rusty car driving into the stream.

And I won’t tell to anyone else the things I tell you.

I can’t say those things around them.

Now I’ve found you.

 

Feet in the dirt. I’ve been feeding the worms. Leaning into the turns.

Replaying the words of old misguided hurts no one ever heard.

And I won’t ask even though you know I want to.

What is a fish like me supposed to do?

Now I’ve found you.

 

Offshore blues. You are still screaming in my dreams.

Paint my shoes purple and green.

You said I was the only fish ever to drown in the sea.

I still don’t know what that means.

 

Hand on your heart. It’s the best place to start. Or so it seems.

Falling apart. You’re an old rusty car driving into the sea.

Hand on your heart. It’s the best place to start.

Falling apart. You’re an old rusty car.

 

Driving into the sea. I don’t know what that means.