Rowing

I threw it all into the wind
And abandoned that island
I felt my suspended ambition
Along its rough edges
Because I knew I couldn't let it go

And if I breathe the breath of life
Into the mouth of that contempt
Will I still row the awful rowing
Awful rowing toward God

I felt the air on my face
Cold down the back of my neck
Which never before felt natural
I never cared what things
Were really like

And if I breathe the breath of life
Into the mouth of that contempt
Will I still row the awful rowing
Awful rowing toward God