Dry Land

<br>She comes to me<br>In her prewashed bright blue jeans<br>Bag sewn tightly<br>Pursed lips are kissing me<br>Back up to college<br>Just a few miles down the road<br>And we remember<br>Something we`ve never been told<br>Come up on dry land<br>I`ve had too much to drink<br>I`m tired and need some sleep<br>Come September<br>Cold mornings open up<br>Make incisions<br>And cut egos will erupt<br>What did you find<br>Hidden in your mind`s deep recess<br>When the going gets tough<br>You and I must take a rest<br>Come up on dry land<br>Your coming into your own<br>But hey that`s not my fault<br>Come up on to this dry land<br>Won`t you let me lend a hand<br>Come up on to this dry land<br>And when I surfaced<br>Mountains opened up like fish<br>Breathe through gills now<br>And I`m making one small wish<br>With heaven beside me<br>There is no one can do me harm<br>But the devil inside me<br>At least then I can stay warm<br>Come up on dry land<br>She understood her fate<br>You can`t take stands<br>Too late<br>Come up on to this dry land<br>Won`t you let me lend a hand<br>Come up on to this dry land