Nothing New

I'm walking west in the straightest line
I can't explain my reasons why
As I tread through
New water

I'm wearing gloves against my will
I'm rushing through a farmers field
With my face down
And my head up

And there's a bed here
Where the leaves go
To die

In the darkness
With a different
Kind of light

I'm tired in love
With nothing new
Let the winter
Come on cue

No second thought
No reasons to
Let the coast line
Pull me through

I'm sometimes not ashamed of pride
As I cross the waves without a guide
With my eyes closed
And my hopes up
The drop is steep but I know by now
There's a time and place to not look down
As I'm counting
The day light

And It is time now
To admit it
I am lost

As the hound leans
On the fence to
Warn me off

So I'm moving on
To nothing new
Let the winter
Come on cue
No second thought
No reason to
Let the coast line
Pull me through
And I know the estuary
Won't make the news
And I know the ocean
Won't taste that blue
So I'm moving on
To nothing new
Let the coast line
Pull me through