Fools

Fools, they think they, for sure, know something
oh, of moons and stars,
of broken hearts and dreams.
But, me, I swear that I know nothing
but for nothing's always been enough for me.
So if it's all the same,
I'd sooner just remain open like a river running to the sea.
And if it's of no concern,
I'd sooner take my turn.
Be waiting here for you to say you'll notice me.
Dreamed every day this World will slow down.
Built a boat so I could set sail on the waves.
Far from the shore, beyond the reefs bound
on for kinder seas, for joyful better days.
Hear melody on the wind,
in amongst all of the din.
In every single word you never say to me.
And if it's a treasure found
that weighs a sailor down,
then keep your silver and your gold
(I've) found me release.
And I will send you a message,
hope the message gets found
in a bottle
and washed up at your feet where we drowned.
In it I'll say all of the things I wish I'd told you before
and I will leave you directions
just in case
your mind does change.
I'll still be yours.
Let me show you ...
Fools, they think they, for sure, know something
oh, of moons and stars,
of broken hearts and dreams.
But, me, I swear that I know nothing
but for nothing's always been enough for me.