Paddling Out

The waves are warm, the sun is out
 The sea is full of agents
 The car, the space between
 The grains of sand, the automating
 There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
 There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
 You say, isn't it hard
 Paddling out? Paddling out?
 You say, isn't it hard
 Paddling out? Paddling out?
 The rattle and the mating crowds
 Are out here for the weekend
 We had to take our clothes before
 The sun was gone completely
 I used to lie and think in clouds
 Deciding which were queens and which were doves
 And lines I throw myself are thin
 Are shower curtain-thin
 There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
 There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
 You say, isn't it hard
 Paddling out? Paddling out?
 You say, isn't it hard
 Paddling out? Paddling out?
 You say, isn't it hard
 Paddling out? Paddling out?
 You say, isn't it hard
 Paddling out? Paddling out?
 You say, isn't it hard
 Paddling out? Paddling out?
 You say, isn't it hard
 Paddling out? Paddling out?
 You say, isn't it hard
 Paddling out? Paddling out?
 You say, isn't it hard
 Paddling out? Paddling out?