كلمات No telling when

Are these the hands of a man? I suppose so I recall them shaking the hands of other men Now all they seem to do is write in this log book That's all they've done since I can't remember when And there's No telling when I'm going to be Carried in But in my mind I see the land There's a footprint in the sand, and it's going to be... Mine...It's going to be Mine...It's going to be mine Is this a human face in the mirror? It looks just like a piece of the sea I've been staring at the waves so very long now My eyes are playing tricks on me And there's No telling when I'm going to be Carried in But in my mind I see the land There's a footprint in the sand, and it's going to be... Mine...It's going to be Mine...It's going to be mine I had a friend who said