Friday mid afternoon And everyone is headed to the indoor pool All the mothers picking up their children from school To bring them to water, to bring them to water The man in the tall chair is pointing to the rules No diving or shouting or running in your shoes They're all swimming in neat little rows Don't they wanna be fishlike and splashing I sure wanna be fishlike and splashing Somewhere far, the water is wrapping around me And what the ocean used to be, could be again See how a body climbs the ladder down Some routine now, some routine now