Open Seas Part 3 (Promised Land)

I don't live in the house where I was born One day I will move again I've itchy feet and there's a shadow on my heart So I'll walk as long as this longing so remains I don't know if I'm running away Or chasing after a dream All that I know is that I'm standing where the flow is And I'll recognise it when at last it's seen All I need is the open seas And a steady breeze to let me sail away All I need is your open door And a patch of floor where my head can lay Martha can you see your spirit in my hands My bones are crippled with the flaw I trim the crust reveal new layers to the mould I long to eat but I am starving for the call The truce of wayward pine-fresh culminates in tears Confused by when to show and hide Between the fever feet and the siren's wail on lightning street Is there free drinks at this meeting of our minds All I need is the open seas And a steady breeze to let me sail away All I need is your open door And a patch of floor where my head can lay And I would be some sort of traveling man And I would find my promised land Oh but I am yours and ever shall be Wherever I go you are with me I'm bound to whisper in these days that Joel described This momentary lose is fine When the moon is blood red, prophets old and young have all said Now see the changing of our times And far, far off I hear the calling of a dove Though feathers grey blind some who seek But I have see then rainbow hidden in it's pelt An olive branch carried in a pigeon's beak All I need is your open arms And a voice that calms all of my raging seas All I need is you grace that saves Let your love like waves come crashing over me All I need is the open seas And a steady breeze to let me sail away All I need is your open door And a patch of floor where my head can lay All I need is the open seas And a steady breeze to let me sail away All I need is your open door And a patch of floor where my head can lay All I need is the open seas And a steady breeze to let me sail away All I need is your open door And a patch of floor where my head can lay All I need is the open seas And a steady breeze to let me sail away All I need is your open door And a patch of floor where my head can lay All I need is the open seas And a steady breeze to let me sail away All I need is your open door And a patch of floor where my head can lay