Overhead the albatross,
hangs motionless upon the air.
Deep beneath the rolling waves,
in labyrinths of coral caves.
The echo of a distant tide,
Comes willowing across the sand.
And everything is green and submarine...
No one calls us to the land,
o one knows the wheres or whys.
But something stirs and something tries,
and starts to climb toward the light...
Strangers passing in the street,
by chance two separate glances meet.
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand,
and lead you through the land.
Help me understand the best I can...
No one calls us to move on,
and no one forces down our eyes.
No one speaks and no one tries,
o one flies around the sun...
Cloudless every day you fall,
upon my waking eyes.
Inviting and inciting me to rise.
And through the window in the wall,
comes streaming in on sunlight wings.
A million bright ambassadors of morning
No one sings me lullabies,
and no one makes me close my eyes.
So I throw the windows wide,
and call to you across the sky.