Go Down to the Water

Go down to the water where oil floats by
 Drop your hair down and cry
 And write with your finger in the sand
 Mail it out with the tide
 Mail it out with the high and the low
 Watch the marks in the sand
 Listen to the fog on the homeless waves
 And feel the salt sea in your hands
 Smell that sea wind, taste on your lips
 That foam that rolls over my lost ships
 And write your letter once more in the sand
 Where the breaker dips and our undertow slips
 Kneel down and feel the water's edge
 Write our names side by side
 And look and listen to all those ships
 That toss in the fog and in the tides
 Let down your hair when you kneel down there
 Let me be the wind that pulls your hair
 And you be the man you made out of sand
 And let your hands keep making him there
 When nobody is looking kiss your hand
 And touch to the nose of your man in the sand
 Then lay down with your head on his chest
 Be nice, be nice to your man on the sand