Nothing to share, no one to share with. The evening has strung the lanterns on a fishing line, The glimmers of light on my path In a tangle of good reasons to leave Hurt or not hurt, scared or not scared All that's gone before doesn't matter now No more salt in my eyes, no more pepper in my words. No more pain, no more in my heart I'm flying away, gulping down freedom. Every dead end in this city I know all the exits and entrances Flying away, gulping down freedom Every dead end in this city I know all the ways out and all the ways in I open my eyes, I close my eyes I see cities, and beyond them the sea The sea, the sea of wind, the sea of line and color. A sea of silk and felt, a sea of summer. Will I be home, will I be home Anything that's attainable but doesn't really matter. Anything lighter than smoke, lighter than air. Deeper than dreams, farther than the stars.