When you're gazing at the sun
I'm on my way home on the ocean
When you are hearing the birds cry
Somewhere I'm failing but trying
When you're teaching
my son to behave
I'm almost drowning
caught in the waves
When you're buying
fish for my father
I'm wishing
I ain't getting any farther
When you're praying at the moon
I'm dreaming
that I have escaped from my doom
When you're hearing the low tide
I"m hoping that you know
that I've tried
When you're working
at your weaving
I'm having second thoughts
about my leaving
When you're hearing the birds fly
Somewhere I'm failing
but I'm trying
Somewhere I'm failing
but I'm trying
Somewhere I'm failing
but I'm trying