Pacific Blues

if i could rearrange my words,

i'd say what i mean.

if i could learn to count the cards,

i'd risk everything.

imagine how brave i'd be

if i knew i'd be safe.

if i could only know the end,

i'd be a prodigy of faith.

if i had a treasure map, oh the answers i'd find.

i'd dust off the artifacts 'til i made 'em all shine.

everything i know is borrowed, broken or blind,

and what i've seen of beautiful feels merely implied.

is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?

i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.

how i ache to know.

God knows that i know we're little boats in the great big sea.

setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.

every compass i have followed i've trusted and denied.

so it goes with an ever-changing definition of right.

is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?

i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.

if ignorance is bliss, then i guess i'm in heaven.

but this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea.

setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.