Pulling it off

Cast adrift here once and forever more
I will strain my eyes for a hint of shore
I will say my prayers
I will dream a flood
I will wet my lips with a turtle's blood
I'll extend my arm in pursuit of praise
I'm a metaphor in a water phase
I will count the stars
I will plot my course
I will plough my path
I will dig my trough
At least I have a plan
Now to pull it off.

I dare you...
Come look for seashells on this wayward shore

Ooooooooohh...
Ooooooooohh...

Come look for seashells on this wayward shore
Come look for seashells on this wayward shore
Come look for seashells on this wayward shore
Come look for seashells on this wayward shore