Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden Am I too late? Are you gone now forever? So many things I never did tell you So many things, but still not much getting done Examining memories, dissecting dreams Looking for visions and great, long lost schemes Half-baked ideas were all that I found No guide to my future, no key to what I've become I am an island, a ship on a sea I drift with the winds Where the currents will lead I am an island, a star in the night I scan the horizons for beacons of light Long are the hours Still is the sea When you had gone through the lost and the found What were the things that stuck in your mind? When you were tossing and turning in bed What were the thoughts that went through your head I know that you're longing for some greater plan A welcoming harbour, a safe place to land Abandon the anchor, go set the sail Lashed to the mast, follow the nail!