I heard your voice at midnight by the river shore
I saw your child sleeping behind an open door
The moon was in the river shining up from the floor
And the fish swam like moonlight through your child's closing door
And morning is the long way home
The fisherman was drowning by his broken heel
His screams were tiny bubbles and his tongue made of steel
When he died his teeth made stones for your lonely child to feel
And his eyes like prayers were quiet when you heard his tongue of steel
And morning is the long way home
The ghost of ghosts was passing and the grasses waved like hair
I knew I'd die forgotten, I'm the whisper of your care
The water would surround me and my body would despair
But my heart would understand the door that's closing there
And morning is the long way home