So the sea has gone to take me,
maybe now I'd let it fall.
I tell myself I won't go astray,
and I believe it's going be hard,
so I look across the mane
to a point far out of sight.
Over me comes the rain,
and I'll be gone,
but then comes the night.
I'm looking for ways over water,
I'm looking for ways to go.
I'm looking for ways over water,
I'm looking for ways back home.
