Overhead the albatross hangs

motionless upon the air

And 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

And no one show us to the land

And no one knows the "wheres" or "whys"

But something stares and something tries

And starts to climb towards 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

And help me understand the best I can

And no one calls us to move on

And no one forces down our eyes

And no one speaks

And no one tries

And no one flies around the sun