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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