There are patterns in the currents
The moon maps out the rules
How good it feels to rise, to turn to
splash a thank you
My body doesn’t lumber
It glides to split the surface
I can feel tiny things
But all you think I do is sing

Propellers down here make no difference
Churn the crest and pass on through
But there’s a spill inside the gills of secrets
you hold the hard deeds to
No matter where you cast the net
there is something tempered
Every little change makes a ring
But all you think I do is sing

Take a boat out into the sea
Turn the lens to watch for me
Take a boat out into the sea
Expecting to hear me say
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala
All you think I do is sing