This Old Blue World

I'm a stranger here Nobody knows me Or what I've done If I go back now I lose it all Turn in my tail and run We carve out Our own love If I built a ship Anywhere I could take it To the wide open seas And with fair weather And stars to guide Wind in our sails We'd carve out Our own world Water water all around Do you ever go out? Do you know who you are down here? It's a matter of sand It's the grit and the friction man Takes the weight of an ocean At the bottom of a dangerous world To make a pearl To make a pearl To make pearl So here at the end At the end of this old blue world At the edge of the map There's no turning back We've been here before Stood at this door What are we waiting for? We carve out Our own lives