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
CHORUS:
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