And when I look out of the waters
My home and haven from the noise of the world
I wish hard that I might someday see
Anything that isn't already flashing by

I just want to be something
A person hurrying to a bus
Or maybe That dog lying in the shade over there
It doesn't really matter

There are longings that don't come from the heart
That come more from the soul
And when you feel them tug your strings
You have to listen