I don't go out searching*
I try to get lost 
I am no longer seeking out your cup or your cross
So, if you ever get to wandering 'cause you've been wondering where I am 
If I appear more like smoke to you, than like the water in your dam, don't turn away 
There is a higher road just up ahead I'm told. 
Oh, may we find it together. 
May we remain forever one. 
Have I been distracted? 
Nearer to absence than to man? 
Lost in a fog of nothingness?
Adrift without a map or plan? 
I can tell your patience is threadbare to the strand. 
What was once a mighty ocean here is more like water through your hands. 
Don't turn away 
There is a higher road just up ahead I'm told. 
Oh, may we find it together. 
May we remain forever one.