Pulling On A Line - Great Lake Swimmers

The line runs through like a train in a book

Or metres underwater ending with a hook

It sways in the air when there's wind enough to lift

The fine ones are boundaries when there is a rift

I'm just pulling on a line on a line

I'm just pulling on a line

I'm just pulling on a line on a line

And sometimes it pulls on me

The line it inks across the freshly fallen snow

Where only those embracing coldness would go

It whistles and it whispers and sometimes it howls

It sings to me sweetly from the trees and in vowels

I'm just pulling on a line on a line

I'm just pulling on a line

I'm just pulling on a line on a line

And sometimes it pulls on me

The line it writes itself across the dark sky

In the electric flushes ending with a sigh

It weaves itself into a fabric so true

And flows just like the river graceful and blue

I'm just pulling on a line on a line

I'm just pulling on a line

I'm just pulling on a line on a line

And sometimes it pulls on me