To Begin With

Home is a word that I've never known

Lodged, something caught in the back of my throat

A word is a word but I've had no luck

A stove of broken yolks, belly-up

We're only a shell in the end

And only an egg to begin with

I know what I know and I've said and done

Some things just for fun and some for love

And outside the water is rough

But warm enough

We're only a sail in the end

And only a breath to begin with

If you don't throw a stone in nobody's pond

You'll only grow up alone

And so it is so, since I was young:

A hole's for diggin up

And a bowl's for eating out of

And just one boat is enough to hold us up

We're only a sail in the end

And only a breath to begin with