Once I sailed the seven seas, and lost myself with easy breeze. I drifted out beyond shores view. And cried an ocean over you. And then the tide, pulled me back home, to where I'd been and should have known, but all I felt was all alone, a stranger in a strangers home. Was the sea a different scene? Was I more at home and more serene? Or just some kind of sailing dream? Another place to fall between. Now I look across the bay, and watch the turn from blue to grey. Deep and vast what lies below. I'd rather not know... Once I sailed the seven seas, looking for some kind of ease. Some different place, some different shore. I think I want some more.