Child's Play

we walked on out to the tip of the sound

and we rolled in the surf like seals there

and she sang songs to the dolphins and whales

that move through the deep waters

we ran and laughed to tumble over each other

sprawl in the long grass

and you kissed my hand

and i wept like i was in heaven

Tremayne was born on the fifth of July

and she grew like a wild flower

and plays with love as a dangerous thing

runs deep as the still water

she runs, she laughs, she twists inside

of herself to land where she ought to

'cause from on your back

you can see straight up into heaven

and it's child's play

New York in fall and Paris in the springtime

all the different places we could go

revolving like the backdrop to the show

"if i couldn't live without you"

to be standing in the places that i didn't wanna go

looking at the faces i never thought i'd know

the clearing of the lines for her to step into

thinking of the things that it might mean to you

you can walk on out to the tip of the sound

walk on out to the tip of the sound