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
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 though no one sees
But honesty brings you right down to your knees
Sometimes I wish confidence would grow on trees

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

Something's frighteningly clear
When you're closer than near
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 though no one sees
But honesty brings you right down to your knees
Sometimes I wish confidence would grow on trees

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

Something's frighteningly clear
When you're closer than near
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 though no one sees
But honesty brings you right down to your knees
Sometimes I wish confidence would grow on trees