Seafaring from Treehouse by Hugh Wilson & The Blue Phoenix

When I'm longing for the feel
of the waves far out sea
I take my eyes into my head
To feel them there

And as the waves crash over me
I think of how the world would be
without the mess invention caused
without a care

If I had known it all would be
torn by the hand I gave it to
I would have burned with anger till
nothing remained

As the evening closes in and moonlight slowly starts to fall
the water starts to chill my skin but I don't care
I'm thankful for the chance to feel
the cold
so warmth becomes more real
but it's a shame that there are those who never care

If I had known it all would be
torn by the hand I gave it to
I would have burned with anger till
nothing remained there

The roar of waves at night can be
a stirring sound that can take me
Away from humankind's regress
into the air

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