Where I'm Going

Driftwood washed up on the shore

Feeling like I've felt a thousand times before

Rocky cliffs and warning lights

Can you help me through the night?

Like chattering children seagulls cry

Horizon cuts through, splits the water from the sky

Boats in the harbour run aground

Note in a bottle never found

I know where I'm going

I'm content to sit and watch the ocean roll in

Whatever comes, I'll find a place to land

Shopkeepers and all the gentry

Dressed up in all their finery

Drinking cocktails on the sand

Who'll be the first to show their hand?

I know where I'm going

I'm content to sit and watch the ocean roll in

Whatever comes, I'll find a place to land

Flags waving in the breeze

A provocation or an emblem?

Tell me please

Because I really just don't know

I keep it simple, take things slow