| I set out before the sun came up
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| Brought my light and my canoe
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| Convinced that’s all I needed
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| Lord knows that wasn’t true…
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| So I kept my lantern low, until my house was out of view
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| And by and by I reached the ocean, as the day made its debut
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| And in the misty summer morning, I found myself under attack
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| And in the panic of that water, I knew there was no turning back
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| So I made my peace and I set my course for an island to the west
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| For on that shore of sycamore, I’ll find myself some rest
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| Once I hid my boat and covered my oars, I fell down into that shade
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| And I dreamt that at my ripe old age I was back in the second grade
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| And my momma she was calling for me and the bus came down my street
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| But I did not know what shoes to wear, and I could not find my feet
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| So I floated down the hall, through the door, and everything went pale
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| I climbed aboard that yellow bus as it turned into a whale
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| And then it swallowed me up whole, yeah it thrashed me all around
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| Well it chewed me up, and it spit me out, miles above the ground
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| And I was falling for the water that was boiling in a cup
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| And I tried to scream, but had no steam, and that’s when I woke up
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| When I came to I was so confused, how long was I asleep?
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| The loneliness I felt right then was enough to make me weep
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| Then I heard the voice inside my head, lit a fire under me
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| It said, «Your fear is gonna cost a lot, but your courage comes for free»
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| So I thanked that little island, I paddled off without a care
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| For I know not where I’m going, but I’ll know it when I’m there
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| And I hope that no-one's a-missin' me back in my home town
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| For together we will always be, even though I’m not around
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| And the sea swirled by like a ballet, and it sang its gentle song
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| But a distant rumble warned me it wouldn’t be that way for long
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| So I spoke out and I told the night, «This life’s not only mine
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| I am just your humble passenger, and I trust your grand design»
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| By and by the clouds came lumbering through and the raindrops staggered in
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| And the waves lined up, two by two, for the show would soon begin
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| And the lightning bolts ripped through the sky like sharks that missed a meal
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| And the wind went up so hard and cold just like a wall of steel
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| Then all at once, the sea below picked me up a mile high
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| As it threw me to the ocean’s floor I heard the night’s reply:
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| «Well you see, my humble passenger
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| The sorrow that I feel?
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| For I do not know where you belong
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| And I do not want this wheel» |