Pacific Blues - Sleeping At Last

I’d say what i mean

If i could learn to count the cards

I’d risk everything

Imagine how brave i’d be

If i knew i’d be safe

If i could only know the end

I’d be a prodigy of faith

If i had a treasure map, oh the answers i’d find

I’d dust off the artifacts 'til i made 'em all shine

Everything i know is borrowed, broken or blind

And what i’ve seen of beautiful feels merely implied

Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?

I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design

How i ache to know

God knows that i know we’re little boats in the great big sea

Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze

Every compass i have followed i’ve trusted and denied

So it goes with an ever-changing definition of right

Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?

I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design

If ignorance is bliss, then i guess i’m in heaven

But this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea

Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze