In a momentary lapse of my condition   Sent me tumbling down into a deep despair   Lost and dazed so I had no real recollection   Until the rain cleared the air      When you wake to find that everything has left you   And the clothes you wear belong to someone else   See your shadow chasing off towards the shore line   Drifting into emptiness      There are bull-rushes outside my window   And their leaves whisper words in the breeze   Well, tomorrow I'll walk to the harbor   Catch the first boat that's coming in   I'll catch the first boat that's coming in      Like a child too small to reach the front door handle   Maybe just too scared to know what I would find   Now I feel I'm strong enough to take the slow ride   Not knowing when I will arrive      Hey, there are bull-rushes outside my window   And their leaves whisper words in the breeze   And tomorrow I'll walk to the harbor   Catch the first boat that's coming in   I'll catch the first boat that's coming in      I do believe I'm going home   'Cause I don't call this place my own   I'm missing what I had, happy times and sad   More than I ever thought could be      Not knowing when I will arrive   Hey, there are bull-rushes outside my window   And their leaves whisper words in the breeze   Well, tomorrow I'll walk to the harbor   Catch the first boat that's coming in   I'll catch the first boat that's coming in      I'll catch the first boat that's coming in   First boat that's coming in, first boat that's coming in   First boat that's coming in