Lyrics:

And sailboats to ride on its back
What the water wants is sun kiss
And land to run into and back

I have a fish stone burning my elbow
Reminding me to know that I'm glad
That I have a bottle filled with my old teeth
They fell out like a tear in the bag

And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit
She has black hair and small hands
And I have a kettledrum, I'll hit the earth with you
And I will crochet you a hat

And I have a red kite, I'll put you right in it
I'll show you the sky