When you drift off alone tonight I pray you look upon the skies for beacon mine will beckon you to stray from yonder path I reckon stay awhile upon my sighs whilst you I sing a lullaby: tonight is different.
Broken it the cycle of despondent low it quizzes me my sense of purpose aimlessly abandons hope upon life's reef alone I'm cast upon the beach alone again alone.
But bottled up inside of me it bubbles froth a memory of her somewhere beyond that sea of longing, waiting, patiently I put to work upon my skiff and send myself upon the drift of mercy's wanton alacrity hoping but to catch a glance a current I might just dare to take a chance.
To drown, to dream -- it is the same. I surf upon the only name that time and space fix to deny but upon my life she will be mine again, for she was mine before, have you, perchance, forgot the lore? The legend deep inside of you for you are me (you know 'tis true) and this time capsule circulates an eternal round reality is not so sound and brittle dreams, or so they seem, just might bear more for you (errr ME) than what perception will allow of here and there and then and now.
And now again you're here my friend hell bent intent to get it right you toil in silence all the night to reach the shore you're fading fast to reach the light at love long last for she is there your fears ignore for all of this has passed before will pass again a billion times and once just once despite the plight of failing light and smashed your dreams upon the shoal I know you've never reached your goal and perhaps in future, future lives you'll fail again but you're not there and you're not then you're here and now, it's time my friend, to heave and ho, line up the bow, put to and row, the time is now.
Forget hopes dashed on other nights. For this time you will get it right.