I want you but you can’t have me,
I’m both more and less than enough.
I come on unevenly, like the sun, storms, or tides –
and the weather’s a hard thing to love.
Sent warning to folks too near to my shores:
time has come that you might want to go;
this storm’s not done yet – and there’ll be hell to pay –
and the sea is already full.
The sea’s already full –
tears overflowing the waves.
Yeah, the sea’s already full –
words dry out; quiet remains.
Trying to stir the cream out of my coffee,
I feel I’m going to get it up-out someday.
I just hit it big on my chance to strike it poor –
heaven would forfend, but not here today.
Lightning flashes right up out of the waves –
we all feel much more than what keeps us well.
Hope dies so hard, it’s easy to miss and lament
– but the sea is already full.
Oh yeah, the sea’s already full,
all those old tears spraying from the waves.
Well, the sea’s already full –
words dry out and a just quiet remains.
When the getting-along and moving-on are all
at bare fists inside of us…
Fell down from genuine to a charlatan,
here in my own life like this –
Well, I’m done with my dumb doe-eyed dreaming;
done with appearances and all that;
done with casting outward more faked aplomb –
since exceptions just become bad new habits.
–Where’s the what-just-might-come-out-and-save-us?
–Why is the how-this-mad-thunder-rolls?
–What’s with the long reign of old broke-heart dreams?
Can’t be helped, and this sea’s already full.
Yeah, the sea’s already full –
old tears deep down under the waves.
Yes, this sea’s already full –
words dry out, and quiet remains.
