At The Telephone Booth In The Rain, It's



Been Like This Four Nights And Three Days, And



Who's To Say Thirty-six Aren't To Come, It's An



April Shower But I'm Ready For The Flood, And



Neither Six Hundred Nor The Chosen One,



Still I Lower The Planks



And March The Wild Things On, And



God Said, "Build It Out Of Gopher Wood,"



And I Said Back,



"You Know Music It Floats Real Good" And







How Is An Olive Leaf, Enough Of A Covenant



Borne On A Small Wing After A Long Dark



Should I Still Walk The Edge,



If The Waters Are Rising



Two By Two They March On,



Safe I Walk All Alone







See I'm No Good With A Hammer



Or A Nail, And The



Wind Will Have To Carry Me 'cause I Never



Learned To Sail, And



I Didn't Get Sea Legs When They



Were Passed Out, But I



Learned To Sing From Way Down



Deep Where It Counts, And







How Will I Calculate My Area



Three Decks Are A Lot For A Paper



Thin Tape Measure, And



How Will I Catch Two Of Every Fish



And Every Bird, With



Music Alone Can I Float Through This World?







I Know That I Have Made It This Way



Unrequited Love Leaves A Lot To Say



And A Lot Of Free Time



To Sing Away The Days, And



Makes Me Want To Be



Just A Little Bit Crazy, And







Our Greatest Gift Is The Survival Urge, And



If I Seem Distant



I'm Just Protecting Myself, And



People Tell Me My Full Name Means Pearl,



Like An Oyster In My Shell



I Will Make Something Beautiful