Bull-Rush

In a momentary lapse of my condition That sent me tumbling down into a deep despair Lost and dazed so I had no real recollection Until the rain cleared the air When you wake to find that everything has left you And the clothes you wear belong to someone else See your shadow chasing off towards the shoreline Drifting into emptiness There are bullrushes outside my window And their leaves whisper words in the breeze Well tomorrow I'll walk to the harbour And catch the first boat that's coming in I'll catch the first boat that's coming in Like a child too small to reach the front door handle Or maybe just too scared to know what I would find Now I feel I'm strong enough to take a slow ride Now knowing when I will arrive There are bullrushes outside my window And their leaves whisper words in the breeze Well tomorrow I'll walk to the harbour And catch the first boat that's coming in I'll catch the first boat that's coming in I do believe I'm going home 'Cos I don't call this place my own I'm missing what I had, happy times and sad More than I ever thought could be Not knowing when I will arrive There are bullrushes outside my window And their leaves whisper words in the breeze Well tomorrow I'll walk to the harbour And catch the first boat that's coming in I'll catch the first boat that's coming in I'll catch the first boat that's coming in