CALYPSO:
The tide goes out, we pick up shells to take them home
You tell me your old stories. I don’t let on I know them.
I’m thinking about dinner, Tuesday night and there’s a pot on the stove
Your brow cracks like sand as you watch the horizon. I don't think about it, I don’t think about it

Calypso, Dolóessa—she who conceals.
A girl who takes care of herself. one that knows what's real
I’m the queen of my little rock, my only friend, and I’m happy
And I’m small and alone in the hot island sun
And I catch myself looking at you, oh god, what have I done

If I could build us a home
From sandcastles and sea foam
Would you stay with me?


The tide comes in, and hurls its refuse on our shores
White knuckles underneath the table, I keep my eyes trained on the kitchen door
And watch the seagulls in their reeling and I, I love you more than breathing

ODYSSEUS:
I’ve got a house on a hill where the bills are almost all paid

CALYPSO:
We pick up shells to take them home

ODYSSEUS:
I’ve got friends and neighbors, and a quiet life that I’ve made

CALYPSO:
The tide goes out, I’m thinking about dinner

ODYSSEUS:
I’ve got a girl that I’ve known since high school, and I know her and she knows me

CALYPSO:
Tuesday night and there’s a pot on the stove, I don't think about it, I don’t think about it

ODYSSEUS
Just over the horizon

CALYPSO:
And I would build us a home,
A warm soft bed and a disconnected phone,
If you’d just stay, if you’d just stay with me