Boat Out of Water (Golden Age)

Drifting on an Eastern wind
Like a boat that's out of water I suppose
I never really know
Where it ends, why it's closed

Tell me of the sea, the land
Tell me will you hold my hand
When I'm old with no one to cheer me
All on my own

Crashing down in waves
The sun, it's rays, a golden age
A calm everlasting
Never really knowing

Dawn of space and time
The sound of love
The skies above
I saw them melt away

So reap and sow
But now you have been told
You're never a lonely soul
Left in the cold