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