In the Brown Fog (I)

In the brown fog of the morning,
my boat is far from shore
and my sail has
sailed on without me
leaving me to fight the wind
alone.
Just yesterday
I knew where I was
and just yesterday
I was free
Now the waters
gathered around me my witch hunt cavalry.
All I want is to be somewhere different,
All I want is to feel right at home,
All I want is someone to stand beside me
when all my faith is gone.
And I miss those things,
I spent so long complaining about
cause its those shouts,
those voices,
that hum,
the drone that make the memories pour out
All I want is to be somewhere different,
All I want is to feel right at home,
All I want is someone to stand beside me
when all my faith is gone.
All I want is to be somewhere different,
All I want is to feel right at home,
All I want is someone to stand beside me
when all my faith has gone…
when all my faith is gone.
And I can dream,
my one gift they can never take away
and when I finally make it back to my land
I hope someone is waiting for that day.