(E)I’ve been stand ing at the edge of the (F#m)wa ter long as I can re (C#m)mem ber, nev er real ly know ing why.

(E)I wish I could be the per fect (F#m)daugh ter, but I come back to the (C#m)wa ter, no mat ter how hard I try.

Ev ’ry (C#m)turn I take, ev ’ry trail I track, ev ’ry (B)path I make, ev ’ry road leads back to the (E)place I know where I can not go, though I (Am)long to be.

See the (E)line where the sky meets the sea?

It calls me.

And no one (C#m)knows

how far it (A)goes.

If the (E)wind in my sail ing on the sea stays be hind me,

one day I’ll (C#m)know.

If I (Am)go, there’s just no tell ing how far I’ll (E)go.

(E)I know ev ’ry bod y on this (F#m)is land seems so hap py on this (C#m)is land; ev ’ry thing is by de (A)sign.

(E)I know ev ’ry bod y on this (F#m)is land has a role on this (C#m)is land, so may be I can roll with mine.

I can (C#m)lead with pride, I can make us strong, I’ll be (B)sat is fied if I play a long.

But the (E)voice in side sings a dif f’rent song.

What is (Am)wrong with me?

See the (Am)yond that line?

Will I cross that line?

See the (F)line where the sky meets the sea?

It calls me.

And no one (Dm)knows

how far it (Bb)goes.

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

one day I’ll (Dm)know

how far I’ll (Bbm)go.

Mmm.