Michael Guy Bowman Ithaca
I spent the best years of my life waiting for this moment
A time to call my own, a place to call my homeland
It's come here far too soon
I sit around my room
Hatching my plans and schemes I mostly leave forgotten
I spent my longest nights awake wondering through the outside
Amused but still deranged, divided on the inside
Returning to the core
The place I can't ignore
The wonder behind the fear I just can't seem to shake off
Oo-ee-oo
To dream or do
To do or die
To sink or fly
Oo-ee-oo
To get a clue
To run and hide
To laugh and cry
I turned my back on battles won and sailed to new adventure
The journey made by all, a lonely mortal tenure
To Ithaca I sailed
And though I have not failed
My home is a fleeting camp, the journey's just beginning
Oo-ee-oo
To dream or do
To do or die
To sink or fly
Oo-ee-oo
To get a clue
To run and hide
To laugh and cry
I spent the morning hours awake writing down the lyrics
Resolved to get it right - to capture the true spirit
Although I sing along
That moment now has gone
My heart still a restless sea where Ithaca is calling