to the edge of the sea

I could be an astronaut

or a hermit in a cave

or hide inside a cupboard

till the Mormons go away

But I’d rather sail

to the edge of the sea

and dangle my feet in the breeze

I could be a turnip

growing in the ground

The worms that lived around me

wouldn’t make a sound

But I think I’ll sail

to the edge of the sea

and dangle my feet in the breeze