Pacific Blues

I’d say what i mean
If i could learn to count the cards
I’d risk everything
Imagine how brave i’d be
If i knew i’d be safe
If i could only know the end
I’d be a prodigy of faith
If i had a treasure map, oh the answers i’d find
I’d dust off the artifacts 'til i made 'em all shine
Everything i know is borrowed, broken or blind
And what i’ve seen of beautiful feels merely implied
Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design
How i ache to know
God knows that i know we’re little boats in the great big sea
Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze
Every compass i have followed i’ve trusted and denied
So it goes with an ever-changing definition of right
Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design
If ignorance is bliss, then i guess i’m in heaven
But this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea
Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze