What the waters wants is hurricanes And sailboats to ride on its back What the water wants is sun kiss And land to run into and back
I have a fish stone burning my elbow Reminding me to know that I'm glad That I have a bottle filled with my own teeth They fell out like a tear in the bag
And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit She has black hair and small hands And I have a kettle drum I'll hit the earth with you
And I will crochet you a hat And I have a red kite I'll put you right in it I'll show you the sky