i feel i'm on the verge of some great truth
where i'm finally in my place
but i'm fumbling still for proof
and it's cluttering my space

though i have the strength to move a hill
i can hardly leave my room
so i sit perfectly still
and listen for a tune

cause everywhere i seem to be
i am only passing through
i dream these days about the sea
i always wake up feeling blue

so if i stumble, and if i fall
and if I slip now, and loose it all
and if I can't be, all that i could be
will you wait for me?
alexi murdoch