All Figured Out

I'll be good to play when my bruises are figured out I'll be here to stay when we get this all figured out I'm awfully depressed for someone Who's supposed to have it all figured out Why don't you stay? Why don't you stay Maybe, just maybe, one day, one day for me to say that we could have it all figured out Maybe, just maybe one day, one day For me to say that we could have it all figured out When we reach the line where the skies and waters meet The desolate sea shells the pearl white sheets The sand falls down and it all starts to seep When the seagull goes and the campfire burns Where the sand and heat No longer meet And the coos of cicadas are echoes in the fleet The horizon line blurs and the blue and yellow meet That's when I'll see us as one