I have to tell you
about this little man
who thought he could do
anything he put in his mind

but then he found a little
stumbling bloc in sight
and he forgot his name and hers
and just went riding back

poor little girl, i was willing to be
another mistress to you
but there was someone outside of me
i couldn't hold on to

if the sea covers my tracks
i'll find a way to fly
and if the wind blows my steps
the way home will just be next

poor little girl, i was willing to be
another mistress to you
but there was someone outside of me
i couldn't hold on to

so when i cry
you have to see beyond the tears
and see what's inside
what i can't sing

if the sea covers my tracks
i'll find a way to fly
and if the wind blows my steps
the way home will just be next