Jamies Elsewhere They Said A Storm Was Coming
For one hundred days,
We set sail without as much as one distraction,
But it seems that I have sank,
Because of my past actions,
And mistakes that I have made,
And attempts to evade
All the consequences now
Being washed away.
Washed away!
They said a storm was coming!
You'll be washed away!
They said a storm was coming!
You'll be washed away!
Washed away!
Maybe now, I'll be made clean
While I bathe in your seas,
As I seek out all the dreams
That I once had,
Of a life already lived,
Of a gift already given
That was taken from me,
Taken from me, far too soon.
(Halt!)
Where is your security now,
When you begged for a lifeline
And were thrown an anchor instead?
And has the smallest grain of sand
Traveled up the hourglass?
Has the sun ever set in the east for you,
Or for another man?
Face forward.
Swim towards the surface,
And look ahead
To the life on the new horizon.
There was never any way of going back to the old world
With any sort of victory
Or good tidings of new discovery.
Maybe now, I'll be made clean
While I bathe in your seas,
As I seek out all the dreams
That I once had,
Of a life already lived,
Of a gift already given
That was taken from me,
Taken from me, far too soon.
Fortune never favored me!
And the oceans were never big enough
To hold all of our iniquities
And secrets in this clear, blue embrace!
I will ascend from the bottom to be born again...
