There are many ways to travel, there’s only one for me There are many thing to unravel but one true mystery Let’s find what is under the heavy rolling swell I hear a rolling thunder, I put on my diving belt I could swim to this island but I can’t see very clear And the echo in the water is playing with my ear
There’s something in the water It tells me to come in There’s something changing colors It’s turning into green
This place is not harbor, I can’t find it on the map This man is not a sailor, he’s playing with my heart He told me not to do this as I got aboard the ship But it’s not the sound of the waves I miss, it’s the shape of it
There’s something in the water It tells me to come in There’s something changing colors It’s turning into green