Turning corners takes some time to understand / you spend your nights all out of line / and any woman you might try / to take her by the hand / and brag until the day begins to shine / rolling barrels down the middle of the street / out there dancing on the vine / you feel the fire from the bottom of your feet / and listen as the spirits fill your mind / I hear that song of the seasick   sailor now / I´ve gone away / but I might be back somehow / I´m off to find the land of the midnight cure / I hear that song / I hear that song for sure / I hear that song / I hear that song for sure / losing powers takes some days to comprehend / you try again but just don´t realize / you’re calling spirits that will never ride again / on sunken ships that never more will rise / keeping pearls in the bottom of a cup / for any woman that comes passing by / your heart is turning so you want to fill her up / and find a way to never have to die / I hear that song of the seasick sailor now / I´ve gone away / but I might be back somehow / I´m off to find the land of the midnight cure / I hear that song / I hear that song for sure / I hear that song / I hear that song for sure / the wind / the rain / that pain so pure / I hear that song / I hear that song for sure / I hear that song / I hear that song for sure.

Free for a season / but now there’s no reason to fly / sun going down there’s another day waving goodbye / goodbye to a long and trusted friend / somewhere down the line this time will end / can’t find an island / and can’t find an anchor to hold / something inside always barreling after the gold / every morning now some distant past / every night a notch up on the mast / somehow things begin to sail away / one by one they all just fail away / whatever happened / to where we were going before / will we ever reach the further shore / then like a novel that no one was able to read / pages fell out of the lives / that we threatened to lead / no one spoke the brave and sturdy spell / every tongue was too tied up to tell / free for a season / but now there’s no reason to boast / blowing away / never knowing what mattered the most / goodbye to a long and trusted friend / all the world cannot one measure mend / somehow things begin to sail away / one by one they all just fail away / whatever happened to where we were going before / will we ever reach the further shore / whatever happened to where we were going before / will we ever reach the further shore.

Sunday morning / see the man stand up before the crowd / talking story / all at once he starts to laugh out loud / this must be the way it all goes down / this might be the last thing that we feel / ain’t no time to stop and look around / this must be the turning of the wheel / concrete towers / going up a billion stories high / by the hour / days keep growing up and passing by / this must be the way it all goes down / this might be the last thing that we feel / ain’t no time to stop and look around / this must be the turning of the wheel / Sunday morning / all the waves begin to wave their hands / all that power / rising up against the higher lands / this must be the way it all goes down / this might be the last thing that we feel / ain’t no time to stop and look around / this must be the turning of the wheel / ain’t no time to stop and look around / this must be the turning of the wheel.

When you were young you held on for life / and you swung to a spot in the sky / and you never told anyone why / you just felt it inside / reaching for something you sensed in a dream / like the rings of some planet that’s never been seen / and who says the grass can’t be green / when you’re over eighteen / send in the lions they screamed in a roar / but you won’t find me playing those games anymore / and I won’t wear the irons / that I sometimes wore in the past / take off the jackets that hold you inside / of some person your childhood never supplied / remember the spirit / that laid down and died on the way / stand by me tree / I just wanted to see / how high my footsteps could go / can I climb you back to the things / I used to know / come to me light / and say it’s all right / to be running away from the pain / will the sunshine give me sight again / and how can we say / that there’s life on this earth / when we’re losing our minds / from the moment of birth / losing the fire that inspires the heavens to shine / let’s build a swing set that soars to the sun / and go swinging above what’s already been done / swinging to where the living’s just begun / when you were young / you held on for life and you swung.

Watch as the sun / goes down in the west / the shadows start filling / the wide open spaces / I’d like to run / and spend all my breath / just chasing the light / of the morning to come / would you be there / to run right beside me / wind in your hair / and a gleam in your eye / find me tonight / my traveling girl / we’ll ramble right over / the edge of the world / you be a bird / and I’ll be the breeze / I’ll carry you back / to a love you remember / there on a mountaintop / under the trees / the river will run / and a feeling will rise / what was that song / your heartbeat was singing / does it belong / to anyone new / find me tonight / my traveling girl / we’ll ramble right over / the edge of the world / there is a light / that shines in the east / it could be a star / or a piece of tomorrow / maybe we’ll find / the journey has spun / the door opens wide / and the morning has come / would you be there / to wake right beside me / sun in your hair / and a dream in your eye / find me tonight / my traveling girl / we’ll ramble right over / the edge of the world / find me tonight / my traveling girl / we’ll ramble right over / the edge of the world.

Opening the front door it runs out / I grab my shoes and chase it down to the corner / out in the traffic now it leaps between the cars / the black tar flows beneath my feet / stepping back I see a city bus / there it is now staring out of the window / I take a taxi and I follow it downtown / the sun goes down beneath the street / and still it runs all night / until I feel that tap on my shoulder / the party is over / and when I come back home and lock the door / I’m wasted and reeling / now facing the ceiling / now chasing that feeling / all over again / driving down the freeway in my dreams / with no plans I spin my hands on the wheel / whichever way they land is where I’m gonna go / I’m drawn onward by the flow / now the stars come out across the sky / each one has a heart that’s beating so real / and now the moon comes out to wink its waking eye / the willow trees are sweeping low / and as my cup is filled / some wine gets spilled / out over the field / and God is revealed / and when I come back home and lock the door / I’m wasted and reeling / now facing the ceiling / now chasing that feeling / all over again / yeah when I come back home and lock the door / I’m wasted and reeling / now facing the ceiling / now chasing that feeling / all over again.

There’s a small movement in the bedroom of night / the curtain is parted in two / she looks down / he stands in the street with a look on his face / and a weight on his heart / and a speech on the tip of his tongue / but there’s no need to hear what the messenger brings / she’s already read it aloud / she’s a seer of things / he moves to the door with the wind at his back / and his collar turned up / and his eyes staring out of his head / trapped in the glass / he sees a reflection / that causes him to tremble / causes him to holler / hoo-hooo / and there’s no need to wonder why the doorbell rings / she’s already heard it before / she’s a seer of things / he stands with his mouth like a hole and he says / there’s a barn owl that screeches / a dark hand that reaches / to sever my planet in two / there’s a long shadow / a long black shadow / that follows my footsteps / devouring all that I do / these are the fears of the fools and the kings / these have already been seen / by the seer of things / up in the bedroom the four walls are seasons / that turn as he’s turning his head / there’s sand on the floor / and there’s hills at the foot of the bed / stars on the ceiling / fall down when they’re feeling / like lining the fields with light / when the cricket has sung / there’s a creaking of springs / then it’s quiet tonight / in the house of the seer of things.