• I'm sailing down the river
    in a simple wood canoe,
    Got a paddle in my right hand
    and a photograph of you.
    The sky's a perfect sapphire,
    and the water's burning blue...
    Oh, no, I can't stop thinkin' about you.

    The sky begins to thunder,
    and I search into the rain;
    What I once thought with paradise
    Is empty but for pain.
    I spiral towards a waterfall,
    and jump out of the Maine,
    But I hold your photograph to keep me sane.

    It's another early morning,
    and I've washed up on the shore.
    I try to lift my hands and feet,
    but pass out on the floor.
    But still, gripped in my whitened hand's
    a firm blue plastic oar,
    and a photograph of you forever more.

    If I have ever asked for you
    to step within my reach,
    and take my clammy hands, and
    help me off this goddamned beach,
    I promise that I'll never ignore
    what you always preach,
    Oh, no, that you'll always care for me,