Paddling Out

The waves are warm, the sun is out The sea is full of agents The car, the space between The grains of sand, the automating There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything You say, isn't it hard Paddling out? Paddling out? You say, isn't it hard Paddling out? Paddling out? The rattle and the mating crowds Are out here for the weekend We had to take our clothes before The sun was gone completely I used to lie and think in clouds Deciding which were queens and which were doves And lines I throw myself are thin Are shower curtain-thin There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything You say, isn't it hard Paddling out? Paddling out? You say, isn't it hard Paddling out? Paddling out? You say, isn't it hard Paddling out? Paddling out? You say, isn't it hard Paddling out? Paddling out? You say, isn't it hard Paddling out? Paddling out? You say, isn't it hard Paddling out? Paddling out? You say, isn't it hard Paddling out? Paddling out? You say, isn't it hard Paddling out? Paddling out?