The Blues Is Like A Feelin'

Through the east village bars,
through the smoke from cigars,
I've been fishing for faces that smile
back at me.
I've cast out my line
just to reel back in lies,
and shallow, and tepid, and
dull company.
The bourbon makes them better
but it never lasts forever,
in the sober light of dawn
they're just too small to keep.
I throw them back 
and hit the streets again,
a poor lost lonley fisherman
just looking for a nice fresh fish
to eat

For years it goes on sometimes,
in lakes, ponds and seas sometimes
waiting for that one perfect
catch,
 but hey, I think I may have found it,
I may have hooked into something big
I think I may have found
my perfect match.

God, I hope I don't blow it,
yet you know I probably will.
She'll swim away before I say
exactly how I feel.
See, I've spent too many years
with no bite of legal size,
that now this bottom-dwelling giant
has my boat about to capsize.

It's hard to fight the desire
to reel her in before she's tired.
If she's ever to be mine, 
I need to feed her lots of line.
When she's done her fighting
I'll get my net and hope 
But there's still a lot of work involved
just to get her in the boat.

I can't bring myself to kill her
I can't bring myself to let her go.
I'm too hungry now to eat her.
I'm too in love 
to let her know.
Is it possible to keep her
in my heart and in the river?
Let her swim away and so begin
to understand what poet's say
about love's liberation?

If I can only believe
that my heart is the sea
then she in it can swim free.