oceans lay between us and the things we think we need,
but i've known many who would gladly swim to get to where you are
always more together than the ones you think are better off,
but darling, o one's made it half as far
and it's so hard
and i know how hard
and i know how hard to pursue,
when you're just not breaking through,
but don't you let them tell you that you're wrong
you're either thinning like helm
but you're still overwhelmed by all the painting left to do
everything's calm in the half-light of dawn
but the morning will bring no peace,
'coz you'll never be done with the work you've begun,
even in moments of relief
grapling with time
and the mercury line as the afternoon sun gets hot
and you'll always be far from the things that you are
'coz there's so much that you're not
so move it around, check your depth with a sounding,
your map reference against the stars
and your work and your home,
like your clothes, are your own, like your skin and like your scars
i told you they've had power all along,
so dont you let you tell you that you're wrong