A lonely man on the mountain
Looks down at what he sees
All those who lie beneath him
And the station of his peak
He cannot bear the weight
Of being so high
Will not lend unto himself (?)
Clouds obscure the sky
Looking for dry
Looking for dry land
Waiting for
His ship to come in
A worried man at the river
Stares across to the other side
To the risks he won before
And the failures he can't hide
The levee can't hold back the flood
The banks start to breach
He surrenders himself to the flow
While the crossing lies just out of reach
Looking for dry
Looking for dry land
Waiting for
His ship to come in
(x2)
A broken man in the ocean
Drawn in by its sound
Clinging to the shallows
Afraid of going down
Sings a shanty of his life
In a dialect now gone
His compass points away from himself
The constellations move on
Looking for dry
Looking for dry land
Waiting for
His ship to come in
(x2)