(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
I know what I wanted
I know what I wanted
I know how I wanted this to be
You go down to the water
Drink down of the water
Walk up off the water, leave it be
This is not my time, sister
It is cold in heaven
And I'm not sprouting wings
I'm drowning
Me
I'm drowning
Me, yeah
Brother can you see those birds?
They don't look to heaven
They don't need religion, they can see
They go down to the water
Drink down on the water
Fly up off the water, leave it be
This is not my time, sister
It is cold in heaven
And no one's coming after me
(chorus)
I'm drowning
Breathing ourselves
Me, yeah
Breathing ourselves
I'm drowning
Breathing ourselves
Me, yeah
You know I am tired
Cold and bony tired
Nothing's gonna save me, I can see
I can't say I'm fearful
I can't say I'm not afraid
But I am not resisting, I can see
I don't need a heaven
I don't need religion
I am in the place where I should be
I am breathing water
I am breathing water
You know a body's got to breathe
(repeat chorus 2x)And these days
And these days
I wish, I wish, I wish I was six again
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish, I wish, I wish I was six again
If only my...
I've these dreams of
Walking home
Home where it used to be
Everything is as it was
Frozen in front of me
Here I stand, six feet small
Romanticizing years ago
It's a bittersweet feeling hearing "No Such Thing" on the radio
And these days
I wish I was six again
Oh, make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman
Oh, if only my life was more like 1983
All these things would be more like they were at the start of me
Had it made in '83
Thinking 'bout my brother Ben
I miss him every day
He looks just like his brother John
But on an 18-month delay
Here I stand, six feet small
And smiling 'cause I'm scared as hell
Kind of like life is like a sequel to a movie
Where the actors' names have changed
Oh well
Well, these days
I wish I was six again
Oh, make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman
Oh, if only my life was more like 1983
I wish things would be more like they were at the start of me
If my life was more like 1983
Plot a course to the source of the purest little part of me
And most my memories
Have escaped me or confused themselves with dreams
If heaven's all we want it to be
Send your prayers to me
Care of Bridgeport, CT, and 1983
You can paint that house a rainbow of colors
Rip out the floorboards, replace the shutters
But that's my plastic in the dirt
Whatever happened to my, whatever happened to my
Whatever happened to my lunchbox?
When came the day that it got thrown away
And don't you think I should have had some say in that decision?
The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father says, "What you gonna do with your life?"
Oh Daddy dear, you know, you're still number one
But girls, t