All this wind will travel somewhere   Far away perhaps to blow your    Hair aside to reveal your eyes,    Green as the purest rock moss.      Miles can't contain   All that I send out on these cold waves.   They'll crash upon your shore    Leaving my heart    Missing you even more.      Often, I daydream that I'm captain of   A great boat sailing to your far outer banks.   There you'd be    On a beach waiting for me    And I'd run to your arms.      Miles can't contain   All that I send out on these cold waves.   They'll crash upon your shore,    Leaving my heart,   Missing you even more.      Miles can't contain   All that I send out on these cold waves.   They'll crash upon your shore    Leaving my heart    Missing you even more.      Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.   Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.      Yeah!   You know It's me in the middle.   Yeah!   You know It's me in the middle (I can't decide.)   Oh, Yeah!   You know It's me in the middle.   Whoa, Yeah!   You know It's me in the middle and I can't decide.