I’ve been star ing at the edge of the wa ter long as I can re mem ber, nev er real ly know ing why.

I wish

I could be the per fect daugh ter, but I come back to the wa ter no mat ter how hard I try.

Ev ’ry turn I take, ev ’ry trail I track, ev ’ry path I make, ev ’ry road leads back to the place I know where I can not go, where I long to be.

See the line where the sky meets the sea, it calls me,

and no one knows

how far it goes.

If the wind in my sail on the sea stays be hind me,

one day I’ll know.

If I go, there’s just no tell ing how far I’ll go.

I know ev ’ry bod y on this is land seems so hap py on this is land.

Ev ’ry thing is by de sign.

I know ev ’ry bod y on this is land has a role on this is land, so may be I can roll with mine.

I can lead with pride, I can make us strong.

I’ll be sat is fied if I play a long, but the voice in side sings a dif f’rent song.

What is wrong with me?

See the light as it shines on the sea: it’s blind ing,

but no one knows

how deep it goes.

And it seems like it’s call ing out to me, so come find me

and let me know.

What’s be yond that line?

Will I cross that line?

The line where the sky meets the sea, it calls me,

and no one knows

how far it goes.

If the wind in my sail on the sea stays be hind me,

one day I’ll know

how far I’ll go!