There´s no record, there´s no trace There´s nothing that anyone can see left on your face There´s no method, there´s no crime To get from there to here was never a straight line
But I dream of the open seas They´re waiting for me They´re waiting patiently
I draw outside the lines Like a fraud sometimes With cans of paint It comes in waves Another night between Debating wants and needs But no complaint The shower runs into a river The river runs into the sea Up to clouds that bring it back And it´s raining down on me
Some feelings they follow through hot and through cold
Attached like a kite that I don´t want to hold It took ages to learn it´s ok Can´t let go, just get out of the way
I dream of the open seas They´re waiting for me They´re waiting patiently
I stopped reading about Jesus Started reading about Elvis Pre-army days like a parable Hiding out with Juanico Time Is on our heels Is on our heels Is on our heels
The phone on my chest plays Jimmy Webb
And I feel myself out on the line Wanting you for all time