Backwater, we?re sailing at the edges of time   Backwater, we?re drifting at the waterline   Oh, we?re floating in the coastal waters   You and me and the porter?s daughters      Ooh, what to do not a sausage to do?   And the shorter of the porter?s daughters   Dips her hand in the deadly waters   Ooh, what to do in a tiny canoe?      Blackwater, there were six of us, but now we are five   We?re all talking to keep the conversation alive   There was a senator from Ecuador who talked about a meteor   That crashed on a hill in the south of Peru      And was found by a conquistador   Who took it to the emperor   And he passed it on to a Turkish guru      His daughter, was slated for becoming divine   He taught her, he taught her how to split and define   But if you study the logistics and heuristics of the mystics      You will find that their minds rarely move in a line   So it?s much more realistic to abandon such ballistics   And resign to be trapped on a leaf in a vine      Backwater, we?re sailing at the edges of time   Backwater, we?re drifting at the waterline   Oh, we?re floating in the coastal waters   You and me and the porter?s daughters      Ooh, what to do not a sausage to do?   And the shorter of the porter?s daughters   Dips her hand in the deadly waters   Ooh, what to do in a tiny canoe?