Pacific Blues
Sleeping At Last
If I could rearrange my words
I'd say what I mean
If I could learn to count the cards
I'd risk everything
Imagine how brave I'd be
If I knew I'd be safe
If I could only know the end
I'd be a prodigy of faith
If I had a treasure map, oh the answers I'd find
I'd dust off the artifacts 'til I made 'em all shine
Everything I know is borrowed, broken or blind
And what I've seen of beautiful feels merely implied
Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design
How I ache to know
God knows that I know we're little boats in the great big sea
Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze
Every compass I have followed I've trusted and denied
So it goes with an ever-changing definition of right
Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design
If ignorance is bliss, then I guess I'm in heaven
But this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea
Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze
