Where You Find Me - Greg Laswell

It’s strange how the wind is not out today

And nothing is moving, save for the waves

And the lady is empty and quite on her heels

And I fear out of all of us, you might her steal

But I find, I find

I don’t know how I will land you, my friend

So I will fly you (You, you)

Far beyond the plans that you made by the sea

Where you will find me