As the ship moves farther from the shore,
The captain's eyesight starts to strain,
To see the port where they spent most of their days.

Once out at sea they are too busy,
To think of days they spent with the people,
They left behind.

On their final day,
Before they turn around to head to shore,
They start to remember the ones they love,
As they long for the shore,
They spent forgetting,
While on the sea chasing their dreams.

The quiet is boring,
The quiet is fun,
The quiet can drive you crazy,
The quiet can make you sane,
The quiet is everywhere,
The quiet is nowhere,
The quiet is between us,
And growing like a ****,
As we drift apart from day to day.

I send and send
Day after day
But there is no response

And I still have faith
That one day they'll answer

Because as time goes on and they read more

They may realize
That I may be more than just a creep

So I keep sending
Day after day
Til I get tired, or they realize I am me

As you grow stronger,
And wiser,
Producing more trees to carry you along,
As you weaken 'til your dead.

From a thousand feet up,
Things seem to change,
From green,
Brown,
And beige,
To white,
Black,
And grey.

A landscape that always seems to change,
Not from day to day,
But from sway to sway,
As the aircraft works it way,
To an imaginary spot,
Where it starts to decay.

Through the white,
Black,
And grey,
To approach the ground,
Of green,
Brown,
And beige.

How do you know,
When a person is the one?
The one,
You want to spend your life with.
The one,
You would give up everything for.
The one,
You would do anything for.

Nobody may know the answer to this question,
Or if they do,
Can you answer this one?

Why is it so hard to keep them?

As they dance around the room
to a tune they love to swoon.
An elephant moves into the room
too separate them from the earth to the moon.