UNDERTOW by Tom Jensen
I am afraid I cannot say
What makes me feel this way
Which is why I'm staying down
Inside of this ditch
In which I hide and have been laid
My head is bowed as I face up
To all the mistakes that I've made
And the price of my actions
that I know now that I must pay
Yet desperate times
Call for desperate measures
So I've been digging up the island
While looking for buried treasures
For desperate times
Call for desperate deeds
Sure I'm fighting time
and the rising tide
But at least I know
what it is that I need
Here I stand with the sand
filling up my empty shoes
A vessel without blood
Looking for some kind of clue
Of what I'm supposed to do
Screaming:
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out....of my skin
Open up the door...
The one that lets me in
Maybe then...
All shall be well again
Somewhere in here...
Yet I don't know
exactly where
There lies something
greater than I
Somewhere out there...
In fact it's quite clear
I know right where
Sits a woman
who is ready to cry
We can each turn
and drift away
and go it alone
When caught
within the winds
of this internal storm
Its strong current
and undertow
Sitting here idle
all the while
Waiting to see
where it is that
we'll be blown
Into a harbor of safety
Or perhaps an ocean
of indifference or worse hate
Yet surely the tide
keeps on rising
So let us choose our sides
before it is becomes too late
Be it always taking
and never giving
And never trusting since
that's becoming forbidden
Forget ever searching
for what's hidden
That's like lying
and saying you did
When you know you didn't
But to me
that's not living
In fact,
that's no life at all
Forever kneeling
and never standing
All because you're
too afraid to fall...
Surely to me
that's not living
In fact,
that's no life at all