I've always been here,
I've always been there;
But it seems I've been nowhere
Like I never rode a wooden boat
Like I never cast a net afloat.
Digging dirt for worms under the ray
Yet I couldn't find any fish that day
As if they masked away from me
Inside the bubbles from the sea;
Deep in crossing sunlight unknown
I kept asking where they all gone?
Salts on my skin, a still roll for rush
Sorrow in my soul wanting for much
Tears of a little boy with a broken toy
Madness in head of a heart with joy
I have neither seen God nor the rain
Unless he help, I shall ever toil in vain.