"The sea's already full"

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.