Brian Eno's Backwater, perhaps?

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 hands in the deadly waters
Ooh, what to do in a tiny canoe?