(Pal Waaktaar)

I pace the length of my unmade room
In times of change
My bags are packed, guess I'm leaving the womb
Into the rain
We never found
A place to hide
Some peace of mind
God knows we tried
Toes in the sand, the seductive sway
Ooh...nothing better, babe
Across the bay--Sarasota Way
We held together
We never found
A place to hide
Some peace of mind
God knows we tried, yeah

To be continued...