So the time comes againnThe time to head awaynI would love to staynConvince you that I carenAt home I feel a million types of gladnessnProtected from the worldnBut still you turn and starenAt your feet againnWhat more can I saynTo convince you that I carenAt home I feel a million types of sadnessnAnd subtle editednSometimes I feel that you're raising the bar upnAll the timenI'm doing the high jumpnI'm walking the tightropenThe sun is lifenThe process of knowingnJust what you are missingnThe oceans of envynThe galloping slipstreamnThe night it is endingnThe oceans are longingnFor soil and for tidingsnI won't let them near usnI'll try not to lie andnI'll try not to cheat andnI'll try not to stealnBecause my ends are metnIn discontentnOh in discontentnWe find ourselves