So they rode the sea; it went on and on.
They were years away, though it seemed so long.
But the captain never told them what he knew
As the poor ship laboured on through the endless blue.
Oh, the storm was strong and the ship was so frail
But they stumbled on raising broken sails,
And they held the heavy sky on their open hands
And they dreamed of when their poor feet would touch the land.
Baby, we're going round in circles!
Where is this place we're going to?
Does anybody know we're out here on the waves?
And are any of our signals coming through?
We're going 'round in circles!
We have no single point of view.
And like the clouds that turn to every passing wind,
We turn to any signal that comes through.
At the edge of the sea were the signs of the dove
But the wrong way out and the wrong way up.
We pushed the empty frame of reason out the cabin door.
No we won't be needing reason anymore.