THE SOUTHERN CROSS

Something's coming on the wind

It rattles the screen door

I'm going under, going in

The floorboards bend like water

Where I'm going, there's no land

There is only water

I dreamt someday the flood would come

There'd be no way to stop it

The watchman finds me when I sleep

He waits until I fall

A black dog sits down by my feet

So patient in the dark

Something knows I'm down here

It's there when I look up

Heaven, earth, and underland

Where southern stars are crossed

Honey pours onto my feet

Into the potter's soil

Soon my feet will turn to fins

There'll be no land at all

All the new ones being born

Where the water runs

Believe the past is only myth

That land here, never was

All the new ones being born

Where the water flows

Dream of trunks and rocks and roots

Of tangled mangrove shores

They dreamt someday that land would come

To rise up from the water

Their silver fins would turn to roots

There'd be no way to stop it

In the stars, the watchman sits

Weaving dreams and remedies

A black dog sits down by his feet

Beneath the Southern Cross.