He couldn't wait
To leave home
All of the fields
Turned to stone
The warm summer
Breeze had turned cold
And he couldn't wait
To leave home
She wouldn't dare
Sympathize
The longing was
Long from her eyes
The rain clouds were
Filling the sky and
She wouldn't dare
Sympathize
Down from a mountain
And out in the open
Onto an island
Across the ocean
Watching the white
Clouds move in slow
Motion above
And he seemed to fit
Like a glove
Down from a mountain
And out in the open
Onto an island
Across the ocean
Watching the white
Clouds move in slow
Motion above
And he seemed to fit
Like a glove
They seemed to
All understand
The wave that had
Washed on the sand
According to some
Divine plan
They seemed to
All understand
Down from a mountain
And out in the open
Onto an island
Across the ocean
Watching the white
Clouds move in slow
Motion above
And he seemed to fit
Like a glove