From the recording Eddie Carrigan
I’m taking a trip to the ocean,
I’m heading back to the water’s edge,
I’m trying to feel my emotion,
I’m trying to find what’s inside my head,
Where do you go, when you’re on your own,
What do you do when you just get heavy?
How do you sleep when you’re all alone,
Where do you go when your hand’s on the gun?
I’m lying on sheets made of satin,
Through windows of change the rain keeps flowing,
The lines on the wall make a pattern,
A room with a view, but what’s it showing?
You and me living free, far from all this madness,
Who would know if we go just before the dawn begins....