I'd like to be a standing stone, looking out to sea
Or maybe just a pebble thrown across a windswept beach
I'd like to make my own way home, like a river or a stream
Not knowing where I'm going to, or ever caring where I've been
And I'd like to believe it when you say
That it's getting closer and closer every day
'Cause it sure feels a long, long way away
Standing on a precipice, looking down into the abyss that's facing me
Stranded on an island rock, I'm torn between the devil and the deep blue sea
Torn between the devil and the deep blue sea
Torn between the devil and the deep blue sea
I'd like to think that I could fly, like a bird upon a wing
I'd like to think that maybe I, like a songbird, does sing
Way up on a mountain top, I'm peering through the clouds
Crashing like a fallen rock, I tumble to the ground
And I'd like to believe it when you say
That it's getting closer and closer every day
'Cause it sure feels a long, long way away
Standing on a precipice, looking down into the abyss that's facing me
Stranded on an island rock, I'm torn between the devil and the deep blue sea
Torn between the devil and the deep blue sea
I'm torn between the devil and the deep blue sea
