THE FARTHEST SHORE

Like a cloud without rain blown along by the wind,
Wandering star in the way of Cain, I’m shepherd of my own limbs.
Bluesy mama follows asking me why and how.
Gotta find me some freedom. Gotta find me the truth. Gotta get me an answer now.

I’m captain of a ship on a muddy water tossed in waves and storm.
Not trusting my instruments, but intellect, and now I’m way off course.
I’m feeling frantic as she screams and threatens to break.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” are my only words. Could this be some kind of mistake?

I cry, cry, cry. I need some help.
I’m lost, lost, lost. I can’t make it by myself.
I cry, cry, cry. I need some help.
I’m lost, lost, lost. I can’t make it by myself.

And while I’m ship torn at sea,
Green, sick and dying that’s me.
As I lay face down on the deck,
I’m lifted above this si – ink - ing wreck.

And by the light of the rising sun,
I see the damage that was done
Has been swept away as far as west is east.
I rest. I wake. My life is clear to me.

So now I’m back on course.

Rainbow dawn of bright new morning, the air is fresh and cold.
We’ve got a full sail and we’re heading west and through the glass I behold
The sun rising in the sky to meet the dark clouds of yesterday
And as it rises higher in the sky the clouds scatter out of the way.

As I look around the sky and sea are blue and there ain’t no sign of land,
But I’ve got no fear now the rudder is in a pair of stronger hands.
I tie my hair behind my head. I throw my back to the oar.
Well it’ll be a hard day, but I smile and say, “We’re gonna make it to the farthest shore.”