Overhead the albatross

Hangs motionless upon the air,

And deep beneath the rolling waves

In labyrinths of coral caves

The echo of a distant time

Comes willowing across the sand,

And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land,

And no one knows the wheres or whys.

Something stirs and something tries,

Starts to climb toward the light.

Strangers passing in the street,

By chance two separate glances meet.

And I am you and what I see is me...

And do I take you by the hand

And lead you through the land,

And help me understand

The best I can.

And no one called us to the land,

And no one crosses there alive.

No one speaks and no one tries,

No one flies around the sun.

Almost everyday you fall

Upon my waking eyes.

Inviting and inciting me

To rise.

And through the window in the wall

Come streaming in on sunlight wings

A million bright ambassadors of morning.

And no one sings me lullabyes,

And no one makes me close my eyes,

So I throw the windows wide

And call to you across the sky.