I don't know how long I stayed in bed   The day is surely dead   And once again, I'm sleeping with the book I read   And colorfully and candidly   it points the way so childishly ahead      I guess I will make it through the day   To learn I've lost my way   And once again, my heavy heart is made of clay   And distant shores unseen by men   they call to me to set my sails away   To set my sails away   For distant shores, okay      I can't seem to fit where I belong   I tune myself a song   And even then, I can't quite figure out what's wrong   And will I end a broken man whose hands half-filled    even though they once seemed strong?      I still have nothing to my name   So brightly burns the flame   And even then, I've spent my life so wrecklessly   The stories on the page I read   they make me seem so timid and afraid   So timid and afraid   A tiny fold away      And on and on and endlessly   The promises and the pagentry   And those who live so fearlessly   If I could live so fearlessly   I mark my place, a tiny fold   And once again, I find myself alone