Tip of the Iceberg
I'm not happy to be here
On the tip of the iceberg again
All ancient and cold here
Time to sit
Only time to defend
Mind was reeling
Restless feeling
The rest was a feeling I had
That to sink wouldn't be that bad
Wipe the sun out of my eyes
Wipe the sweat from the back of my neck
Wipe the picture from my mind
And float further downstream from the wreck
Understanding was demanding
And everything drowned in the wake
And it's not that hard to
Take a stand atop the icy surface
And see how far the water falls
Can anything turn me around
Just to sit here in my seat should mean a lot to you
It's all that I can do
I'm not happy to be here
On the tip of the iceberg again
(St. John's, 1997)