Lyrics:
Words and music by Christopher Cross and Rob MeurerTook my troublesDown to the seaPut my ear to a seashellInquisitivelyThought I heard a heartbeatIt could have been mineI guess it doesn't matterIn the grand designLike a windblown sailLike a fisherman's taleThere's no end to the gloryLike a windblown sailLike a fisherman's taleThere's no end to the storyDon't let your visionGo down with the sun'Cause it might be cloudyWhen tomorrow comesWhere the winds of a heartMeet the wiles of a mindThere will be stillnessAt the waterlineWhen I was young and time was freeI thought the world was reaching out for meI believed I couldI believed I wouldLive forever and everTook my troublesDown to the seaPut my ear to a seashellInquisitively