Driftwood

All lines are broken
Closing is the door
But the terminal is open
And the boats drift ashore
So feel the sand in your fingers
You will see the land no more
And listen to the bell-ringers
As you never did before

And so you know
When you go

You won't go clinging to driftwood
You'll be carried proudly high
And you lovingly will be lifted
As you so lifted I

Time for contemplating
Time forever more
Time can be complicated
So contemplate no more
And fear not the falling of boulders
As you down the mountain slide
And let loose the weight on your shoulders
When you reach the other side

You won't go clinging to driftwood
You'll be carried proudly high
And you lovingly will be lifted
As you so lifted I

All lines are broken
Closing is the door
But the terminal is open
And the boats drift ashore

So dream of a place and we'll get there
Come the morning by and by
You'll be welcomed by a string quartet there
And the music never dies

You won't go clinging to driftwood
You'll be carried proudly high
And you lovingly will be lifted
As you so lifted I