The Return

The waters are still
The wind has stopped blowing
As the ripples clear who do I see?
Encased in fog, a world-weary traveler
Looking up the side of the boat at me
It's funny how you drift without even trying
Reflections on the glassy floor deceive
And before you know it
You don't know what you believe

And we are the sons of promise
The fortunate born at sea
And you are the waves we miss cause we're all asleep and

I am making this a return to
The only star that points to a port I know
I'm reaching
And you are leading me home

Skies that I once knew are now twisted
Alien frowns of grey and green
I think I see a sign in every formation
But never seem to know what they mean
The strangest thing of all is the familiar
When it bares its teeth and leaves you cold
Sweet perspective
On everything I've been told

And we are the sons of perdition
The scattered upon the wake
Abandoned by our traditions that cannot save and

I am making this a return to
The only star that points to a port I know
I'm reaching
And you are leading me home

And we are the sons and daughters
The lucky the born at sea
You give us the compass to find out our destiny

And I am making this a return to
The only star around which the whole sky revolves
I'm reaching and you are leading
I'm reaching, you're leading
I'm reaching, you're leading
I'm reaching, you're leading
I'm reaching, you're leading
I'm reaching, you're leading
You're leading

And I am making this a return to
The only star that points to a port I know
I'm reaching
And you are leading me home

And I am making this a return to
The only star around which the whole sky revolves
I'm reaching
And you are leading me home
Home
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