Not Moving - Troels Abrahamsen

I was drifting 'round, I was feeling like wood

And I see that it was stuck with every change of my mood

I can see the shores, but the distance was fixed

No matter how much I steer toward the beaches I missed

Ahhh ahhhahh x4

Ohh how we, stand still though we, like to think that we’re moving

I was hitting the reefs, I was twirling around

I was just like the leaves, I was bound for the ground

I could see the lighthouse but the light was the sun

It was then that I knew what it was that I’d done

I had followed a map that I didn’t write

I was set on a course that wasn’t right

I had taken all the easy turns

But uncomplishment is a feeling that you have to earn

Oh how we, stand still though we, like to think that we’re moving x2