the lights look bluer when you’re way up high I wrote you a song and I I threw it, I threw it in the fire and if I could lay me down for a while oh I would lay me down, down
but if I had a boat I’d sail to you drag it through the mud if there weren’t no water I would steal a night of sin or two damn ‘em all, I ain’t no preacher’s daughter I’d walk my feet raw in the desert sand cry out to the moon like it understands oh, if I had a boat
I think in numbers I’m pretty sure that you think in rhyme the sum keeps changing I’ve worked the math out far too many times and we drag our truths around like a lie yeah we drag them all around
but if I had the words I’d send for you a perfectly constructed typewriter cannon I’d shoot it straight up out into the blue to where you are, lord knows that I’d be firing at random and I just wanna know, where do you keep your kings? and if they ever fall, then will you think of me? oh, if I had the words
if I had a boat I’d sail to you oh, if I had a boat I’d sail to you but I ain’t got no vessel I ain’t got no sea I find myself as landlocked as can be but if I had a boat