Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves In labyrinths of coral caves The echo of a distant tide Comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine
And no one showed us to the land And no one knows the where or whys But something stirs and something tries And starts to climb towards 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 calls us to move on And no one forces down our eyes And no one speaks and no one tries No one flies around the sun