Originally written on 5 July 1993 on Vashon Island, WA. This version recorded 2008 in Seattle.
lyrics
Now I know cats don’t always land on their feet
With a fright and a turn, some inhabit the too steep
Shouting out his longings and sliding
Heart beats its own refrain, down the truth in hiding
And cats don’t swim, cats don’t swim
They don’t swim too good
Ocean opens outside this dream I swim
You wanted to row this black water and sweep the sands again
But there’s a little that falls between the cracks
And a storm beneath the stones
And you can pick your teeth with the facts
And wipe it clean, wipe it clean
And hope it’s clean
Like Truman polishing a sentence
In a marble villa by the sea
You’ll find me pounding out repentance
Six months have gone since home was here
I’ve watched the tides too long like I’ve watched open sky disappear
To an island and a first degree
I was certified paranoid
Was blind but now I see
Villa of the mysteries, the holy words come clearer
You turn to speak the sun, your warm smile silvered in a mirror
Without any thought of why, without any thought of why
Without a thought of why, and all this way to fly
Like Truman polishing a sentence
In a marble villa by the sea
You’ll find me pounding out repentance
We don’t run far, we don’t run far
It’s not too far
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