Should I go and console the wise men?nSee what the wise men have to say?nThey council patience in their wisdomnBut would I rather be wise than brave, anyway?nnShould I go and console the ocean?nSee why the ocean looks gray?nI'm throwing pebble after pebble innBut I can't seem to make any wavesnnAnd he whose face does not shine brightnShall never be a starnAnd if you find you arenTrying to close your eyesnYou've got to keep them widenTo see this world anewnBecause nobody else is ever gonna do it for younnAnd though our strength may not move heavennThat which we are, we arenFree spirits passing through the sunshinenJust to follow in some old sinking starnnAnd time and fate may make us weakernBut always will be strong in willnTo set and drift our ships at midnightnTo strive, to seek, to find and not to usennAnd he whose face does not shine brightnShall never be a starnAnd if you find you arenTrying to close your eyesnYou've got to keep them widenTo see this world anewnBecause nobody else is ever gonna do it for younnAnd he whose face does not shine brightnShall never be a starnAnd if you find you arenTrying to close your eyesnYou've got to keep them widenTo see this world anewn