When the tides change

I'll be free

to drown among my people

in the ancient lands of nowhere

nowhere you would go

with a head upon my hat

and feet upon my shoes

it's time to go inside

to survive 

the cold of the air conditioning

in my room it's harsh living

with the lights turned off

no one makes a sound

except the pitter patter of my soul

across the aluminum roof of my mind

like raindrops in your eye

all you are is a blurred image

thoughts once clear

are now hard to see

I have to retrieve my telescope

just to see you

still leaves me empty inside

'cause I think it's my fault

that I have no idea

 but I don't know what to think

or where to begin

so I just sit and wait

for the tide to come in.