Sea Child
Jorma Kaukonen
Daily things fall off like water,
falling down like summer rain;
We see each other in confusion;
Wonder why we came today.
Sittin' lonely in our prison,
lookin' out for ways to sail;
What we'd be without confusion,
in our less uncommon way.
Through your hair across my eyes,
the twilight shafts in soft surprise;
Reminds me once again how nice,
it is to be with you.