I spent four years on an island
Walking on the shore
Judging the sea around me
Though I never swam before
It's hard to learn a lesson
When you're sure you're always right
And the castaways that surround you
Are hiding in plain sight
I regret the way I was then
And what I took too long to know:
Youth and pride and sunlit days
Hid the real world down below.
And maybe blame was spread too thin
For the damage left behind
With my eye on where I'd been
I rowed out with the tide.
Think about what you think
Why does this seem right to me?
You can rest a while on your island
But you're still part of the sea