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Standing On the Shore

Standing on the shore
got no slide grease on my shoe
standing on the shore
I feel so alone and blue
I see the bow ball of the boat
as tiny as a tear
the coast of the Potomac
must be somewhere over here
over here

Standing on the shore
I see the races rage below
standing on the shore
I see the rowers come and go
there's a yellow boat beside me
someone's rigging for a row
a vespoli standing stiffly
buff, and blue like indigo
a vespoli standing stiffly
buff, and blue like indigo
indigo

I see all of my old teammates
I can see old Salvatore
I hear the cries of coxswains
and the other sounds of yore
it's like a mighty melody
that rings down from the sky
but standing here upon the shore
I watch them all row by
all row by
all row by
all row by

Standing on the shore
In a shadow from the sun
Standing on the shore
the boats go finish one by one
I hear a cry of victory
another of defeat
a scrape of something oxidized
on someone's rusty seat

Standing on the shore
where talk is cheap and vision skewed
standing on the shore
but I would rather be with you
somewhere out on the river
in a boat set in a glide
just staying well away from
the banks on either side
either side

Standing on the shore
with nothing better to do
oh a lovely view of rowing
but I'd rather be with you
oh a lovely view of rowing
but I'd rather be with you
be with you

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