Worried!, those young hurried souls,
they seem to  hurry,
before they see.
Seem to focus,
on what's easy,
focus on a way to be.

Or is it, that their minds are trained
to feel a certain kinda pain?
I wonder bout their worries,
try to understand their ways.

Its like points upon a compass,
when no one seems to know the way.
An awkward situation,
when there's nothing that's worth to say.

But sometimes there's a navigator,
calling from within.
It's that old voice,
in the dark of night,
where you should begin.

Truth is truth,
and lies can't lie,
cause lies were made to fail.
Those lies you hide now deep within
are never gonna sail.

And so upon those Oceans,
filled with plastic,
and now lost to man.
Upon those lonely Oceans,
That's where our old love began.

Upon those lonely oceans,
Dear God,
I'm doing all I can.
Upon the truthful notions,
Lord I'm doing
all I can.