Sanksqatches sink in water, so if we be on water, they be sank, and I would sank the water.
What if there was no lie, nothing wrong, nothing right? What if there was no time and no reason or rhyme? What if I got it wrong, and no poem or song could put right what I got wrong, or make you feel I belong? What if you should decide that you don't want me there by your side, that you don't want me there in your life?