| Joseph left in the first light of morning
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| The boatman was waiting, the tide was turning
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| And he stood for a moment as if to say
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| I will see you in passing
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| The wind took the sails and he floated away
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| Like so much driftwood washed out of the bay
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| And he sailed to the island where the sand meets the sky
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| And he breathed again
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| There was something about the sand and the sea
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| How it all comes together, how it’s all meant to be
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| For water is life and sand measures time
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| For the healing
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| They say he found Jesus, but that’s really not true
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| It’s just an excuse for the blind and confused
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| For he searched for beauty and freedom from pain
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| And he made himself well
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| Joseph we waited for you
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| We waited and hoped you’d come through
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| We looked to the mail-boat to bring us a word
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| But the sound of the seagull was all that we heard
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| Now he walks like a dancer who measures his space
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| So strong in his movement and easy with grace
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| And he carries his body like one who has seen
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| The hope of an answer
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| And way in the distance the island is there
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| It shifts in the sunlight, it floats in the air
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| A haven for dreamers and lovers who lost
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| And people like Joseph
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| Joseph we waited for you
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| We waited and hoped you’d come through
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| We looked to the mail-boat to bring us a word
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| But the sound of the seagull was all that we heard |