Everyday he lets himself out a little further, hand on the rope
His raft seems sure but what waves hide in the sea?
And the sweet notes call out from a little further
They sail on the dark sides of waves and splash over his little vessel
Closer and closer to the end of the rope is closer and closer to the beginning
Setting his room to rights, today he sets out with an extra sandwich
There is a voice in the sea that only a few know