I seek out hidden maps

Mark calendars and make complex plans

I write a page every day in my progress to get to you

But your city is long gone

Under the deep dark sea

And I'm swimming with eyes closed

And I dream I can't find my way back home

I've grown dark blue and thought

Those calendars and maps cannot be trusted

So I wrote a song and let it roll into the quiet afternoon

I know your city is not long gone

Under the deep dark sea

That ain't darkness of deep sea

It's darkness of eyes closed

And I dream I can't find my way back home