God was in the water that day Picking through the roots and stones Tripping over sunken logs Trying not to make his presence known God was in the water that day Wading in careful steps Bubbles rising from his feet Coming up from the muddy depths Casting out a line Casting out a line to the shadows Casting out a line but no one's biting I am at my pitiful desk Staring at he colorless walls Wishing I was any place else Down into a dream I fall Sitting in a tiny boat Drifting on the mindless sea And if I disappear At least I'm floating free Casting out a line Casting out a line to the darkness Casting out a line but no one's biting God was in the air that day Breathing out a haunted breeze Trying not to make a sound Shuffling through the dried up leaves God was in the air that day Circling like a drunken hawk Sweeping with a hungry eye Over the ground I walk Casting out a line Casting out a line to the darkness Casting out a line but no one's biting no one no one Casting out a line Casting out a line to the shadows Casting out a line but no one's biting