Sometimes in the plainest sight I lose things for a while I can't go back to where I left them I cannot force a smile I do not stand among the fools With pockets full of needless holes But then again I cannot find What was here a moment ago Sometimes in a crowded place I cannot hear my voice And in these times I can't believe I came here just by choice And so I raise my voice above The awful din I make it plain That I am not as silent as My silence does proclaim Sometimes in the darkest night I mess around with love The scars behind my eyes do swear I've messed around with love And from your gaze I fled to see I spent three days inside a whale And now I'm free to do your will 'Cause I'm not afraid to fail If I found what I misplaced Would I still ask for more And if I were not a drowning man Would I still love the shore I cannot stay upon this beach I live to catch the perfect wave But still I can't tell if I'm running To or from the grave No I cannot tell if I am running To or from the grave