Forced to Sea
Robert Pollard
[Verse]
Lights out to distant lights
Chasing the seahorse around
Making it hard to sustain
The slightest constraints
Forced to sea, river still runs
Taking its place in end of the mind
It takes true patience to form
A balance of the concentrated kind
Maybe just to find
Maybe just to fall behind
Something out along these lines
The whales, let them all come down
Sleepwalking on the legs of my bed