I went skinny dipping at night all alone in the ocean, and all I could think was "Jeff Buckley"
I ran around in the sand, all I could stand was to keep from screaming out "F*ck you!" to God
I felt like a man with the world in his hand, with his hand in the world whether he liked it or not
I grinned, I winced, I stared blank face into the clouds-an orange glow from the city lights
Bursts of pure joy emanated and faded to moments of pain, intermingled with self-doubt
I turned to look away and I saw the bruised ocean kiss the lips of the black and blue sky
I felt the bright light in my warm sand hands, the air on my wet, goose-bumped skin
I sprinted like mad back and forth as fast as I could, naked as could be
I jumped in the water and splashed back out, more afraid of the dark than of sharks
But this fear was an elation, a limbic revelation that I was playing with death
Not a death wish, but as kids run around the maypole
I gathered all my things, put my clothes back on, walked to the car and I left
'Cause I don't wanna be Jeff Buckley