Rising Boat, American Rebel.

I was a sweet young girl.
Though, never quite pretty in pearls.
Surprised like my wide brown eyes,
Surrounded by rebels mothers despise.
So when the cops came near,
My heart did fill with fear.
I stole me a map,
And headed for everywhere.

Have I found you?
My take-flight truth, first time, dreaming.
Have I lost you?
Impressions ran dry, so love, save me!

The windows darkened,
fogged with playful words.
Kissing and dripping with fear.
All of your guilt came near.
But when the sun did rise,
I saw all your alibis,
And all your mother did was cry.
I kept my mouth so still,
Dear God, wash me in some sort of will!

Have I found you?
My first real wonder, this can't, be shame.
Have I loved you?
Sweet memory, young girl, learning.

When the lake's rising chill,
Surrounds me with time stood still.
I grab my overcoat,
Paddling for our boat.
It sets sail for the west,
All my past off my chest;
And I finally know,
Where all the good times go.
Yes, I finally know,
where all the good times go.

I know you,
My questionable faith, slowly changing.
I hope you,
See the truth, honestly revealing, our summery steal.