Before the Flood

when you feel lost in the city and lost in the woods

and the whole wide world is an unknown neighbourhood

then the whereabouts ofyour only will is sometimes to be found

playing hide and seek among your slurring words

on it's homing run

you're like the eain the rocks and the steaming soil

countless formations from endless toil

going with the seasons doing their job

and changing from day to day

whatever will be when the ligh goes out

won't matter anyway

working up a sweat before the great relief

been a long time waiting anbout a million years

alarm clock tick tock a siren call for response from every cell

so the old rugged mountain will suck up the sea now finally

I wish I could know you like you know me

cause I'm still smiling from your histories

but it's eally unreal

the way I think I feel

washed up on the self-a-shore so I guess I'm gonna

stick around and wait for you while you find your way home