Ship in a Bottle - Sara K.

Living in the high desert, one tends to miss the ocean, or, imagine when it

used to be there.

I can hear the souls of women and men since.

Longing for something that either isn’t there yet or hasn’t been back for a

long time.

Longing to stay and go at the same time.

I would be lost, a half of a whole

until your ship comes in I guess you never know

if I’m livin without you, I’m livin along

& this ship in a bottle got no place like home.

Whole lotta chances out on the road

you have at your command

the way the story goes

you got wind on the water

& if it don’t tie you down

you got me standin here on the edge of town

What kind of power could drive a love down at some finest hour when there

's no one around when what makes you follow is WHY you can’t stay and your

ship in a bottle start sailing away

What could I tell you

you don’t already know

what could I melt into the fire that burns in your soul

if I’m livin without you, I’m livin along,

tossin and tumblin like a river stone.