78 Percent Water

When the joy had
left your body,
and you were locked in
to your own thoughts,
you used to love
to sit by the water
and watch it lapping
on the rocks.

And every time you
put your feet in
you'd cry out and
you would pray,
but it's all downhill from here baby,
so naturally, I can't stay.
 
 
First you roll your
eyes to heaven,
say you never had love
so divine.
But it will go from
more than ever
to not enough
in no time.

You will push and
you will push un--
'til you push me
away.

I hear you cry out
for your water
and I know you'll curse it
someday.
 
 
I guess for me
there's been a few
who've walked up smiling
and drawn a line,
'tween so far
and from now on,
yes a big glowing
line in time.

And I've been disappointed,
I've been heartbroken,
yes I too have
loved from afar.

But we are
seventy-eight percent water,
even our
pumping hearts.


Ani Difranco, "78% H2O"