


I'm sittin' in my lonely box, in a sea of boxes.
Your name is on the cup I drink from, your face
is on my mind.
I wonder why I sit here, immobile against the tide.
Massive complications have been nailed right
through my hide.
They keep holding me back and weighing me down, I
know how hard I've tried.
Wishful thinking is no consolation, when you know it
won't change a thing.
But I wish that I could hear you, and I wish that
I could see you,
And I wish I could decide, why I'm sitting here
immobile against the tide.
I'm not a rock, 'cause I know I might crumble.
I try to talk but my thoughts are all a jumble.
And when I walk I just stagger and stumble, so
I'm sittin' in my lonely box, in a sea of boxes.
Your name is on the cup I drink from, your face
is on my mind.
I wonder why I sit here immobile against the tide,
Immobile against the tide.
Wishful thinking is no consolation, when you know it
won't change a thing,
But I wish that I could hear you and I wish that
I could see you,
And I wish I could decide why I'm sittin' here
immobile against the tide.
Immobile Against The Tide Steve Brown
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