Walking Blind

Tide keeps creeping, squeezing me to row
Sad surrender of the summertime of my soul
Water will you wash me down and away
Carry me home, to the place where I need to lay
Carry you there and halfway here again
Trying to freeze-frame, when the second hand seems to spin
I wonder can you tell me how to keep on flowing to then from now

There's a quiet and a rest
It ain't that bad, but far from the best
And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me
And the time I wait will be my time to tell
If I'm walking blind or if I'm running well
And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me

Rain crash harder, leave a ripple on my front page
Flood rise higher to drown out my age
Wave break down over me; send me walking to where I need to be

There's a quiet and a rest
It ain't that bad, but far from the best
And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me
And the time I waste will be my time to tell
If I'm walking blind or if I'm running well
And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me