Throw Back the Fish

Fishing through a hole in the sand
This is definitely not what I planned
Caught by my lure I grab your hand

Now I know why it didn’t work then
I know why it’ll work now
So long as neither of us have a cow.

Shadows of the past pulled into the future
I never imagined that I would be the teacher.
Someday perhaps, we’ll needa preacher.

Forlorn and bitter people sit and stare
We both don’t care
They remain silent; to speak they do not dare

As we walk across the grains of sand
I see someone else’s hand
Grasping, pulling, straining.

Trying to pull me into the sea of the distant past
There is no way that I’ll let this opportunity pass

Calling on the powers of wind and sea,
these fingers are now buried beneath me
We are truly free.