Everyone’s got somewhere to be.
Anywhere but here,
Anyone but me.
I’m riding through the waves,
I drive fast ‘cus I’d rather die,
Than live to say I never tried
To sail the seven seas.
Shame I’ve spent these golden years in vain,
Hiding beneath war paint with someone else’s name.
It’s all the same when we’re down to flesh and bone,
So why do I still fear the unknown?
I can’t drop anchor if I keep you at bay,
So I keep my lips sealed tight;
Pray that I can weather the storm
And live to see another day.
I hope it all goes away.
But I’m in too deep;
Black sheep aren’t blind.
I’ll pray my soul to keep
When I leave it all behind.
No end’s in sight,
So I find refuge alone;
In the stark moonlight,
With no where to go, I’m on my own;
This ship is my home.
Oh how I long to be
Free to be; a mast, a friend.
One day you’ll see,
You’ll see life through my lens.