I stubbed my toe skipping across the wet river rocks
And suddenly found myself falling, falling, falling into the water
Soaked to the bone, I met the eyes of teachers in ties
Saying there's no time for falling, falling, falling, time to move onward
They took me to school, tied back my hair and washed both my palms
Then they closed all of the windows, windows, windows, windows
Forced me to sit, demonstrate my wit and if I should quit
The best I'd become is a failure, failure, failure,
Failure, failure
It seems that the grass gets greener just before the winter
Then all that you have to see, to think, to hold to, to eat, to breathe
Is a memory of the warmth before the freeze
They gave me a book and forced me to look at the words on the page
They said that's where I'd find the answers, answers, answers, answers
Then after I'd read, they poked at my head 'til I finally said,
""I'd rather go back to the water, water, water, water, water""