Late and cold
Wondering where the land has gone
I was so low and I didn’t know where I was going
And it was so slow that I lost the flow of all my rowing.

On the run
Flying with my wheels half spun
I’ve got to get down to the soft ground around the town
But at the lost-and-found I met a drunken clown of some renown.

Take me down,
Pull me from the waves.
Take me down,
Pull me from the air.

Learning how
To build upon the waves so long
I had to slow down I had to lose ground along the way
I had to not drown before my heavy crown had turned to clay.

Wondering how
I’m going to get to work on time.
It’s been a long day on the midway without a line.

Take me down,
Pull me from the waves.
Take me down,
Pull me from the air.