The Swimmer

There's a swimmer who's swimming out under the sky
Who fell from a ship and caught in the eye
Of unseeing nature, he will struggle and try
It helps him forget about having to die
A man with a mortgage, a house and a lawn
Is mowing and working and paying along
His money is tied up, and his body is bound
To a family and a country, and a hole in the ground

Good shoes and warm clothes are a comfort to wear
When the winter winds shriek in an effort to scare
Little children from sleep, to the devil knows where
Keep walking, keep moving, don't leave yourself there.

This party's a good one, there's hors d'oevres and wine
Pretty people, witty people, people on and off line
I want to get married in a purple bow tie
To help me forget about having to die

It's love and it's warfare from rattle to tomb
And it's both of them calling me back to this room
Where the curve of your body, and the look in your eye
Make me feel worse and better, about having to die