Maybe this feeling isn't my own
Maybe it's just God's way of making me pay...

I've been thinking about you and me
All this worry about the future...

Stumbling onward, the wanderer returns
Gone down some lost path that no one knew...

Writing broken letters to my heart
In hours of spreading twilight...

Alone at sea on some broken planks
And and a makeshift sail to move...

Would you waste your time
And listen to me open up...

He's walking down his path of legacy
Where his stories live and play on his mind...

I wish you weren\\\'t worth the wait
And I can\\\'t make this obvious...

She can't see it, but he knows it
Everything he's done had a purpose...

Everyone is always pointing their finger
Always condemning him to this place...

So what is there left to say?
Between the water and the sand...

In the sunlight everything has changed
Every breath I take is a little shorter...