Sitting

Oh I’m on my way, I know I am,
Somewhere not so far from here
All I know is all I feel right now,
I feel the power growing in my hair
Sitting on my own not by myself,
Everybody’s here with me
I don’t need to touch your face to know,
And I don’t need to use my eyes to see
I keep on wondering if I sleep too long,
Will I always wake up the same (or so)?
And keep on wondering if I sleep too long,
Will I even wake up again – or something?

Oh I’m on my way I know I am,
But times there were when I thought not
Bleeding half my soul in bad company,
I thank the moon I had the strength to stop
Now I’m not making love to anyone’s wishes,
Only for that light I see
‘Cause when I’m dead and lowered low in my grave,
That’s gonna be the only thing that’s left of me
And if I make it to the waterside,
Will I even find me a boat (or so)?
And if I make it to the waterside,
I’ll be sure to write you a note – or something
Oh I’m on my way I know I am,
somewhere not so far from here
All I know is all I feel right now,
I feel the power growing in my hair