Well I already knew how to get there
I seen the door a number of times right in front of my eyes
But I took the truth for granted
I spoke before I knew what it was that I had on my mind
Don’t go to sea she said
with no boats in your life
And a fog in your head
Don’t make the great mistake
You’d be a fool to make
There’s too much at stake
To just sit there for the Vulture’s sake
Well I could have handled it better
Took my time or looked the beast right in the eye
And though I told myself not to panic
I lost my cool and went into a downward spiral
Well I suppose the seeds where planted
From the time I made the first step into the gaining tide
And I told myself not to swallow
But the wind got up and took away all my pride
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