My Will Songtext
von Brite Lines

My friends? Out of reach
Feet? Buried in the beach
My clothes? All are tattered
Even the things that once mattered
Surely now, they don′t matter any more
'Cause I sleep under a wind-torn jib sheet
I wrestled from the wreckage of a sailboat deemed defective
Somehow leading to my new perspective, I′m quite sure

I know I've got time 'til
I have to face the battering waves of the sea
My will is quite strong still
And I′m quite content paying my rent to the beach
My guitar on my back, my clumsy old shack, and me


I used to hate that bluebird singing his only song
Outside my window all day long
I only ever wanted him gone
But now when I dream, I dream up a scene
Where that bluebird has found his way
To this island where I stay
We get along okay, trading songs until the dawn

I know I′ve got time 'til
I have to face the battering waves of the sea
My will is quite strong still
And I′m quite content paying my rent to the beach
My guitar on my back
My clumsy old shack and me

For whatever we lose
Like a you or a me
It's always ourselves we find in the sea
In the sea

And I know I′ve got time 'til
I have to face the battering waves of the sea
My will is quite strong still
And I′m quite content paying my rent to the beach
My guitar on my back, my clumsy old shack, and me