Indian Isle

Oh dear, the breezes carry curses
Bound to tweak your nervous brow
Hold back the hate behind the hammer
For something you can write about
I’ll ride up the waterfalls
Rising tide, port of call
Old talk, the ghosts of conversations
Fossilize inside my mouth
Have you recent revelations
Are you what it’s all about
I’ll ride up the waterfalls
Rising tide, port of call
Free under the sun
Out on the sea, Indian run
Free under the sun
Out on the sea, Indian run
I’ll ride up the waterfalls
Rising tide, port of call
Mind my right weary sailors
I’m on my own
Out here unknown
I’m on my own
Out here unknown
High winds are coming
To steer me west again
Free under the sun
Indian run