Trials of Early Man
even other jazzers
Illusive trust, our fear of the sea goes back a long way
Cut grass, black flies, a long way from our ears
You learn quickly
Our fear of the sea is sometimes all that underpins us
An expanse, churning over dread news without comparison
Our loss remembered for generations
More than a lifetime later we can still feel it
While you were turning the wood
Enough of the wheel, enough of the breaking
We hide our faces from the bright light with such force
And can it edify? Not much
Our fear of the sea goes back a long way
So it now underpins us
You learn quickly the fear of the sea is sometimes all that underpins us