Storm

I got in a boat
And set out to sea
A mother of a storm
Heading straight for me

Something's frighteningly clear
When you're closer than near

CHORUS
But you're damned if your boat
Doesn't know how to steer
And the waves just refuse to surrender to fear
So you harbour the truth even tho no one sees
That honesty brings you right down to your knees
Sometimes I wish confidence would grow on trees

Pussycats don't like water
Old folk tales couldn't see
Owls go straight to the slaughter
With no sense of sovreignty

Something's frighteningly clear
When your closer than near

CHORUS

Many oceans to cross
Many crosses to bear
If you go down to the woods today
Guess what you will find there

Something frighteningly clear
When your closer than near