Blue Divide

Once I tried to row 'Cause you know I hate to fly so I set out from the coast But got battered by the tide As I glided back to shore I raised an angry oar And cursed that blue divide As if it weren't enough To still be stranded on the wrong side I landed in the surf When a breaker hit my blind side And when my clothes had dried I hung my head and cried Beside that blue divide Because all that time I thought That you and I were lost A toss long fallen wide In that blue divide That endless blue divide So I climbed up on a dune And found Marconi with his radio He was looking kind of blue His antenna rusted long ago Sitting on the cliff We shared a handkerchief Above that blue divide I waved it in the hope That you owned a telescope That could pierce that blue divide I thought I was marooned Til I caught sight of your balloon Rising with the moon Across that blue divide That endless blue divide --- Blue Divide - Richard Shindell