Never here or never there
I've never felt complete
Looking for words so i could tell my story
Sitting patiently
Took me for a fool
In a lonely scene
And I wrote and wrote and wrote
But not for me, no, for someone else
All the stories, stories that I sold
And then I saw on a twig by the water
A bird I'd never seen
And I listened while he wove his stories
Sitting patiently
Came to an end and he just turned and flew
And I couldn't feel a thing
Walking back along the old roadside
He had taken, taken everything
And with the bird all the weight was gone
I had strapped upon my feet
And in the silence of the afternoon
I accepted my defeat
Once the sun on the ripples fades
The day will be complete
I listen to the stories of the great divine
While it carries, carries me to sleep