Slow Water Rope

Hold the line

Hold the line

I asked if we speak it all out loud

Every word, every breath,

to the ones on the bank

Yes, we say it all,

it's how they hear us One voice in the water,

carried clear

Hold the line, hold the line Keep the rope warm in your

hand

A boat you let drift in the dark

Can't hear you from the land

Then you asked me why we'd cut them loose

And I answered how to row them home

Wrong question,

right shore

You said listen again,

so I listened more

A thing you send away still moves.

It just stops talking to you.

Most of what we keep,

we keep by staying close enough to hear.

There are boats out there already,

lamps low

Waiting on a voice that never came

We don't need to send more out

Just call the waiting ones by name

Hold the line, hold the line Keep the rope warm

in your hand

A boat you let drift in the dark

Can't hear you from the land

Wrong question,

right shore

Hold the line

Call them

home