Go Down To The Water - Tim O'Brien

Go down to the water where the oil floats by

Drop your hair down and cry

Write with your finger there in the sand

Mail it out with the tide

Mail it out with the high and the low

Watch the marks there in the sand

Listen to the fog on the homeless waves

Feel the salt sea in your hands

Smell the sea wind, taste it on your lips

That foam that rolls over my lost ships

Write the letter once more in the sand

Where the breakers dip and the undertow slips

Kneel down and feel there at the water’s edge

Write our names there side by side

Look and listen to all those ships

That toss in the fog and in the tide

You can let down your hair when you kneel down there

Let me be the wind that pulls you hair

You be the man you made out of sand

And let your hands keep makin' him there

When nobody’s lookin' kiss your hand

Touch to the nose of your man in the sand

And lay down with your head there on his chest

Be nice be nice to your man in the sand