Isn’t it strange how time Does not change things The more I think about it It’s the only thing that never changes As the crow flies No signs of land An empty boat Floating on a steady ocean Sometimes I fight The breaking of the waves The breaking of the waves Sleeping just like the calm Before the storm Dream of everything that you will do When the time is right You will wake up When your last breath Fades in the air Take all the stones And build a brand new home So far away, with the stars And in the wings of the night Sometimes I fight The breaking of the waves This time I’ll ride The blowing of the wind