Lane Lines (Variation)

Black line on the bottom and I follow it down Three strokes and a breath, three strokes and a breath A whistle at the far end Gone when my ears go under again Nothing to decide this morning The black line knows the way Arm over arm till the counting goes quiet And the water holds the weight Lost the count somewhere round twelve Doesn't matter, the T on the floor tells me when to turn Breathe to the left, a slice of blue sky Breathe to the right, the clock and the empty stands Nothing to decide this morning The black line knows the way Arm over arm till the counting goes quiet And the water holds the weight Three strokes and a breath Three strokes and a breath