Toowee Toowee

Below the choppy waves
The salt doll sails
A diving bell
A box of nails
The sea we were cut from
The sea we will become
As we make our way toowee, toowee
Toowee, toowee, toowee
Past the coral’s end
The desert floor extends
A starlit night
Left the harbor light
Continents adrift
The sea salt sifts
As we make our way toowee, toowee
Toowee, toowee, toowee
Does the salt doll meet a starfish?
Does the salt doll grow any barnacles?
The doll’s about the size of a bar of soap
What sort of tools toowee
Make our way toowee, toowee
(Make our way)
Toowee, toowee, toowee
(Make our way)
Toowee, toowee, toowee
(Make our way)
Toowee, toowee, toowee
(Make our way)
Toowee, toowee, toowee