It'll wisk you down the stream,
But there never seems to be much time.
My toes just touched the water,
My toes just touched the water.
Daydreamed on the bank again,
I was swimming with the fish,
And I thought this time that it may be true,
But my toes just touched the water,
My toes just touched the water.
Walked a mile just to find the edge,
Some place low enough to step right in,
Now I'm here and I can't begin - to move.
The spoiled sun up over there -
It always has to have its way,
And I know that the river's there to shelter me.
My toes just touched the water,
My toes just touched the water.
Norah Jones
"Toes"
2004
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