Texty: The Alan Parsons Project. Oh Life.

Waves roll out
Out to sea
Tasting the saltwater
Tears upon her cheeks

Morning breaks, she's not there
Who could ever find her?
Who would even care?
Oh ohh

No one heard
No one came
No angel of mercy
Appears to know her name

Where is hope
When words fail?
All the colors running
Inside when life turns pale

Oh, in the docks the boats are harbored
Where the water's cold and still
"Oh" life, she cries, "I've lost the will"
From the bridge she sees a lifetime
Being washed upon the shore
"Oh life", she cries, "There must be more"

Tides roll in
Waters rise
Any chance of reason
Only clouds her eyes

Arms of grace
She won't feel
All the wounds inside her
That time can never heal

The city lights shine seaward
Swirling in her trance
Her eyes upon the water
Alone in her last dance

From the docks the boats are leaving
As she cries into the dawn
"Oh life, I'm barely holdin' on"
And she sees her future falling till it finds the ocean floor
"Oh life", she cries, "There must be more, oh"
There must be more, oh

And with the early light
She'll sail into the clear
The winds are all behind her
The hour's almost here

Oh, from the bridge she hears the voices turn into a roar
"Oh life", she cries, "There must be more"
On the dock her soul is sinking but her spirit longs to soar
"Oh life", she cries, "There must be more"

There must be more
There must be more
Oh life, I'm barely holdin' on, ohh
There must be more
There must be more
Oh life there must be something more, ohh