On an unpaved weather-worn highway
Walk with a staff in your hand
In the distance you see a boat fighting
The waves by the coastline
You see that the boat is fighting
Weary and worn by the swell
Straying off-course in the chaos
Feeble little shell
The clouds are swiftly sailing by
The ocean blares a battle cry
The sky is painted gray today
You find it so hard to think of
A friend in a state of dismay
When you cannot reach out and help them
To find a better way
But by looking a little bit closer
Now, I can see what is true
That the waves are the struggles of living
And the boat is you
The clouds are swiftly sailing by
The ocean blares a battle cry
The sky is painted gray today
The clouds are swiftly sailing by
The ocean blares a battle cry
The world is painted gray today
