There is an ocean, a salty ocean
stretching from your front porch
There are many ships who sail on this
who've docked in many harbors like this

Where one door is open, and the other is sad
It's been closed forever, wishing it had
a wind through the doorway,
to mess up your hair
and ruffle the pages you stack so neatly there

There's a certain language to this
that spins inside our mouth and goes like this:

I asked my mother, "Doot doot doot.."
My mother told me, "Tsk tsk tsk...”

There are many things we do for this
our prayers and our devotions for this

But what can I do
I've been working all day
making a living
trying to stay in one place

Where one place is good and the other is bad
and the mind would regress thinking it had
moments of clarity, moments of joy
There were moments of silence amidst all the noise

There were moments of silence amidst all the noise
There were moments of silence amidst all the noise