Standing on a rocking boat,
Waves thrown against me.
Wrapped in a warm, thick coat,
The Ocean turns against me.

Washed up on a sandy shore,
The sky is blue.
Boat smashed in pieces,
Guitar still in tune.

Walking through these woods,
With nothing but my music.
Alone in this forest,
Strumming to the acoustic.

Carved ancient rocks,
Of a civilization long ago.
My music reminds these rocks,
Of a life long ago.

These lustful meadows,
Of roses and violets.
My music grows these meadows,
Of flowering little starlets.

This towering mountain,
Of tranquility and solitude.
My music warms this mountain,
And softens its attitude.

Sun rising above the mountain,
At last I've reached the peak.
Moon falling below the horizon,
And so this new life I meet.

Standing on a floating cloud,
With just my guitar.
Departing from his life,
And taking my music afar.