Fishermen

Well I’ve been running in the pastures of this mind
Searching every pebble every piece of land
But it’s like sleeping sometimes

And I’ve been building towers with cards
Watching from my window a horizon wide
I can only see places I should arrive

Questions and fog in my sight
While fishermen in the shore of the river dark

They’re not just passing the night
They’re taking it easy
Returning empty-handed at dawn
They are not just passing the night
They are confident patient
Just facing the weight of their doubts

Should you be running as fast as you can
Or should you stop and pull the curtains all the way up?
When you are low but don’t know why

Planes are going home for the night
Travelling through the lightning dreaming of some land
But there ain’t no parking lot in the sky

Questions and fog in my sight
while fishermen in the shore of the river dark

They’re not just passing the night
They’re taking it easy
Returning empty-handed at dawn
They are not just passing the night
They are confident patient
Just holding the weight of their doubts

So we got to keep moving forward
Sailing among the stars

So we got to keep moving forward
Searching among these lights

They’re not just passing the night
They’re taking it easy
Returning empty-handed at dawn
They are not just passing the night
They are confident patient
Not hoping for the moment to pass

So we got to keep moving forward