Below the choppy waves The salt doll sails A diving bell A box of nails The sea we were cut from The sea we will become As we make our way toowee, toowee Toowee, toowee, toowee Past the coral's end The desert floor extends A starlit night Left the harbor light Continents adrift The sea salt sifts As we make our way toowee, toowee Toowee, toowee, toowee Does the salt doll meet a starfish? Does the salt doll grow any barnacles? The doll's about the size of a bar of soap What sort of tools toowee Make our way toowee, toowee (Make our way) Toowee, toowee, toowee (Make our way) Toowee, toowee, toowee (Make our way) Toowee, toowee, toowee (Make our way) Toowee, toowee, toowee