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sometimes I feel like I'm in the middle of the ocean
waiting for something to happen, then a wave comes along
and sweeps away, to a place called lost, where
I am not found nor am I conscious of where I've been
I'm just there, I'm just here, I'm nowhere, out of there
and I don't care, though I no longer remember from
where I've came, I don't feel a thing, I'm in peace
no pain, it's hard to explain, the whole thing, without
knowing the half of it all, I'm just drifting and listening
to the echo of the world but, there are no people around me
it seems that I have been praying so long
Heaven has finally found me but, I'm not yet home
the sea is so cold, I'm so alone, where I no longer
think of a place called home that was mostly bitter
in my taste buds, like dirt pies that taste like mud
I'm on the other side, somewhere in the evergreen
like a paradox in a dream or something dreamy
then the scene turns gloomy and out of focus
I look up and see that my sea has gone and my
ocean has vanished, the smoke has cleared
and my sight is back, from being gone so long
there was no welcome back, no welcome mat
I'm rolling up the carpet and going back where I was, back then
