Dreaming in the Sun

I'm floating, lazing,
Down the blueberry river.
My heart is moving
With the rhythm of the waves.
They gently rock
The little row boat.
My stomach is baking
To golden perfection.
Slowly, slowly.
I don't look but you're moving us
Down the river.
You row row row your boat
Descending the winding, crystal path
Leading to nowhere,
Leading to everywhere,
Leading to somewhere we should be.