Reaching for the Book and Time, While Storms Form on the Left
Tom Rosenthal
[Intro]
[Verse]
He knew all the waves
Some of them by name
He kept them in a book
One he called "time"
And time was with him again
Forming on the left
What if this voyage
Would take him to death
And if this was the end
There was so much he wished
He wished he had said
There was so much he wished
He wished he had said