Manatee Bound
Jawbox
Creek flowing sour sweet and backside up for all to meet
The northern folks who feed the birds and pound the dirt
Who hide from life, who hide from hurt
Air traced with coarse sea-salt that covers cracks, disguises faults
The market fools who fish the creek and skip the rope
Search short and narrow for a sign of hope
She swam the creek without a hitch, it cut through history
A powerplant jet stream heats the bay and those that gather say
Some good comes from everything
And that which goes around, that which goes around
That which goes around is manatee bound, manatee bound
She swam the creek without a hitch, it cut through history
She found a challenge in one rope, cut through clouds