Verse 1
Everything is open, nothing is set in stone,
Rivers turn to oceans, oceans tide you home
You driftwood, floating on the water
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood, floating with no use,
And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the light
So I'm sorry that you turned to driftwood
That you've been drifting for a long long time
Verse 3
Everywhere there's trouble, nowhere safe to go
Drifting for a long long time