Isn’t it strange how time
Does not change things at all?
The more I think about it
It’s the only thing that never changes

As the crow flies
No signs of land
An empty boat
Floating on a steady ocean

Sometimes I fight
The breaking of the waves
The breaking of the waves

Sleeping just like the calm
Before the storm
Dream of everything that you will do
When the time is right
You will wake up
When your last breath
Fades in the air

Take all the stones
And build a brand new home
So far away, with the stars
And in the wings of the night

Sometimes I fight
The breaking of the waves
This time I’ll ride
The blowing of the wind