Overhead the albatross Hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves In labyrinths of coral caves An echo of a distant time Comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine
And no one called us to the land And no one knows the where's or why's Something stirs and something tries Starts to climb toward the light
Strangers passing in the street By chance two separate glances meet And I am you and what I see is me And do I take you by the hand And lead you through the land And help me understand The best I can
And no one called us to the land And no one crosses there alive No one speaks and no one tries No one flies around the sun