Water Tower

Down the road at the top of the hill where the water tower stood
D'you remember the path that led up from the yellow house?
On that day at the end of the summer we climbed the tower again
Threw our clothes off then slowly dropped down to the water and swam

Our resolve and our fears paint the skies
As we float through the shadow and light
What's it called when your will to survive
And your longing to die become one and dissolve?

Through the years as we passed through the lows and the highs of pain and love
Every summer I always looked back on that yellow house and laugh
Then when Brady died, we always talked of the guard tower in the woods
Our reunions a chance to remember the childhood that was found then lost

Every year is a chance to defy
All the troubles our lives have thrown on
What's it called when your will to survive
And your longing to die become one and dissolve?