We've been out here for long enough Waiting on a ripple to sail us to the shore And on the sun that wanes and on the rains to cleanse For not being the ones we needed to be Hard glares in the bus terminal dream Tell me mumbling outsiders still see How to pull questions from the well Why are we here? What makes you bleed? Are we everything or nothing or somehow in between? Are we destined to walk through this life half-asleep? A lusting pack of wolves, we roam the land Truckstop suffocating, heads in our hands Burning up the miles in desert heat Am I with you and you with me? Because it's not enough to know what it is that we seek in the heart Restless, our souls will stray like the sailors who've come to port Long lost on the sun and burned by the rays Standing eye to eye buried by the waves Sons, brothers, sisters, daughters And the distance between Sons, brothers, sisters, daughters In search of meaning Are we brave enough? And have we bled enough? What distance is too far to the stars? With our sail in sight of the trees We ignore the shore when it calls Why are we here? Our names erased by the tide There is no port in the storm