Soft winds on the mainline,
ten stories below
Every window could take you far as can go
At worst a conclusion,
closure at best
Drifting with the currents way out west So much for the city,
I give it a try
So much for the sunset through the sky,
scraping eyes
Outgrowing the options,
I guess I'm again Now
I've got to press on way out west
I don't want to wait anymore I don't
want to wait till my feet get fixed
to the floor
But I'm waiting
for you, tied up to the tide
Am I in the outlook?
It ends where it starts
Try to share my vision with somebody's heart
But that only browsing
tourists at best
I'm on duty somewhere way out west
I don't want to wait
anymore I don't want to wait till my feet get fixed
to the tide
Simplification warning,
badness is my head
Questions left unanswered will remain misread
Rest for an instant,
forever at rest
Far beyond the seasons way out west
But I'm waiting
for you, tied up to
the tide
But I'm waiting
for you, tied up to the tide