No, it doesn’t matter how long I wait or how hard I pray.
Ooo, every time I try to leave, I about to lose my mind, if I don’t?
Run to the Water,
Run to the Sea,
Let it carry me Homeward,
Run to the Water
Ooo, I wish I were a blind man,
then I wouldn’t have to see the way things really are, the true reality.
Ooo, I wish I were a child again,
then I wouldn’t have to know the hand that we hold on to,
sometimes they let go.