"Whitecap"—Crooked Timber

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Whitecap

(Music and lyrics by Scott Ryan)

They say there's a river
And it's bound to take you in;
In the heart of darkness
You can feel it turn and spin.
You go back to where you came from
No matter where you've been:
They say that the river takes you in.

Well, I never did believe those stories;
No, I never did believe those stories.

          And I feel like a whitecap on the waves;
          I feel like a whitecap on the waves.
          A fleck in the flickering foam
          Sailing to the sailors' graves—
          I feel like a whitecap on the waves.

They say there's a sea change coming
That strikes you in your sleep:
With eyes of pearl and bones of coral
You lie five fathoms deep.
The sea won't let you fade
And eyes of pearl don't weep.
They say there's a sea change coming in your sleep.

Well, I never did believe those stories;
No, I never did believe those stories.

          And I feel like a whitecap on the waves;
          I feel like a whitecap on the waves.
          Victim to the flickering foam
          Flowing to the sailors' graves—
          I feel like a whitecap on the waves.

They say there's a Watcher
With His eye upon us all—
He sends the sunrise
And He makes the rain to fall,
And upon this Rock of Ages
We stand fast against the squall:
They say that the Watcher keeps us all.

Well, I never did believe those stories;
No, I never did believe those stories.

          And I feel like a whitecap on the waves;
          I feel like a whitecap on the waves.
          A fleck in the flickering foam
          Sailing to the sailors' graves—
          I feel like a whitecap on the waves;
          I feel like a whitecap on the waves.
          Victim to the flickering foam
          Flowing to the sailors' graves—
          I feel like a whitecap on the waves.