As I go back to the east coast.
As I drag my spineless boat.
I see how calm it's wave.
But I feel that I have to wait.
As impatient as I can be,
I dive into the sea.
As the waves begin to shatter,
My heart begins to falter.
To believe in what I hear
Or to hear what I believe.
The answer I want to seek.
I can't even know what to be.
I swim on my own lake
I shoved my deepest breath.
I row thru this crambled sea
on its calmed state.
I took my deepest breaths.
I dried my tears out.
I seek for an answer I want.
I find the answer that breaks me out.
As patiently as I could.
I listened to your reasons.
But I know your real purpose.
Or should I believe that's your purpose?
I swam on my own tears.
I sighed my deepest blow.
I row thru these messy sheets.
I wonder what to do.
To believe in what you say.
That It's a dried sea that I'm rowing.
That it is an empty bay.
Not the sea that I'm boating.
Or to hear what I believe.
That you really do care.
That It is a sea I hope.
That it is a bay way home.
