Underneath the Waves

I think she’s mad at you
She’s got some spunk not much, but some
Don’t they know what day it is
They do
Don’t they know it’s my day
They do my love
Don’t they care
They do
Did they forget me
No they wouldn’t forget you I won’t let them
What makes the rain
Wind currents, the moon
What makes and ocean an ocean
Rain, water and salt
Where does water come from
Clouds, earthens and God
Say the ocean’s beautiful
You and I'd agree know what makes it’s beautiful
Something we can’t see
Surfing on the pretty stuff white cat crisp and bright
But something’s swimming underneath
Something out of sight
Something frightening quicker than lightning
Runs underneath the waves
Something stranger rigging of danger runs underneath the waves
And it wants to keep us from the shore
Wants us for itself but then we won’t ignore
What makes the ocean beautiful runs underneath the waves
From whom did you get your poetic nature
Certainly not from your father
I'm not mediocre
Something hazy driven and crazy runs underneath the waves
Underneath the waves
Something friendless hungry and dangerous runs underneath the waves
Underneath the waves
How we came to love it isn’t clear
Why is it we love what we most are to fear
Makes the ocean beautiful
We love what we fear underneath the waves
I think some days I' d like to be with you
That would be fun but
But?
I'd stop getting older