She comes to me

In her prewashed bright blue jeans

Bag sewn tightly

Pursed lips are kissing me

Back up to college

Just a few miles down the road

And we remember

Something we've never been told



Come up on dry land

I've had too much to drink

I'm tired and need some sleep



Come September

Cold mornings open up

Make incisions

And cut egos will erupt

What did you find

Hidden in your mind's deep recess

When the going gets tough

You and I must take a rest



Come up on dry land

Your coming into your own

But hey that's not my fault



Come up on to this dry land

Won't you let me lend a hand

Come up on to this dry land



And when I surfaced

Mountains opened up like fish

Breathe through gills now

And I'm making one small wish

With heaven beside me

There is no one can do me harm

But the devil inside me

At least then I can stay warm



Come up on dry land

She understood her fate

You can't take stands

Too late



Come up on to this dry land

Won't you let me lend a hand

Come up on to this dry land



(c) 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI