كلمات Through Houston

Well, I watch the coast for signs of life Was this storm just in my troubled mind? And through Houston with a rising sun As a poet leaves his verse undone And I can't let this go And I can't let this be Sand through my fist Is just washing out to sea Yeah, dark water stands over me Stronger than the north wind blows Nothing ventured, nothing known These bees inside my brain won't seize And these flowers of thought, their masterpiece And I can't let this go And I can't let this be Sand through my fist Is just washing out to sea Yeah, dark water stands over me I close my eyes and I see his hand Tightly clasped inside your arm And I wish to God that it was mine But I guess I never felt like home