How can I pretend there's no end sitting in this boat  All alone on the sea just something drifting by  I always will remain somewhat grim about the future  But here I can dream I'm floating by your house  And the water turns to gras and disappearsSomewhere out in space there's a tree  With someone underneath seeking shade from their sun  That I can't even see, I'd like to see their face  In alien moonlight but now all around, the sea begins to stir  I'm reminded where I am they disappear  A mile or two below solid ground is waiting for me now  At least I will return to what I'm made of  How can I pretend there's no end sitting in this boat  All alone and the sea will swallow me  I always will believe we still have a future of some kind  But now floating to your doorFloating to your door and the water turns to grass  Floating to your door