Sleeping At Last - Pacific Blues lyrics

If I could rearrange my words
I'd say what i mean
If I could learn to count the cards
I'd risk everything
Imagine how brave I'd be
If I knew I was safe
If I could only know the end
I'd be a prodigy of faith

If I had a treasure map
Oh the answers I'd find
I'd dust off the artifacts 'til
I made 'em all shine


Everything I know is borrowed
Broken or blind
And what I've seen of beautiful
Feels merely implied
Is it the treatment of symptoms
Or a touch of divine?
I guess the truth is that the truth is
Of complex design

How I ache to know

God knows that i know we're little
Boats in the great big sea
Setting sail after sail in the
Hopes of finding a breeze

Every compass I have followed
I've trusted and denied
So it goes with an ever-changing
Definition of right
It's the treatment of symptoms
And a touch of divine
I guess the truth is that the truth is
Of complex design

If ignorance is bliss
Then I guess I'm in heaven
But this hesitant kiss sends me back
To the grasp of the sea

Setting sail after sail in the
Hopes of finding a breeze