By Sage Cook

I’ll move across the ocean
find wild love
In the forest and the field
I’ll be blue skies,
be wide open
In the moment, that’s where
I need to be
There’s no sidewalk
There’s no smooth talk, just a long walk to where I’m going to be
It’s such a fine line situation
I’ve got patience

I’ll be flowing for the ocean,
I’m tripping
All over myself
Falling, falling down now, I adore you, but you’re leaving me a mess
I confess, I caught you caring
Caught you sharing, sharing like the rest
It’s such a fine line situation
I’ve got patience

I’ll blow across the prairie
don’t be weary for
The wind can be your friend
I’ll be lost and found all over
fields of clover
All blooming once again
It’s the rain on a tin roof
It’s so humid
Can’t tell the water from the wind
It’s such a fine line situation
I’ve got patience