Texty: The Lonely Forest. Far Outer Banks.

All this wind will travel somewhere
Far away perhaps to blow your
Hair aside to reveal your eyes,
Green as the purest rock moss.

Miles can't contain
All that I send out on these cold waves.
They'll crash upon your shore
Leaving my heart
Missing you even more.

Often, I daydream that I'm captain of
A great boat sailing to your far outer banks.
There you'd be
On a beach waiting for me
And I'd run to your arms.

Miles can't contain
All that I send out on these cold waves.
They'll crash upon your shore,
Leaving my heart,
Missing you even more.

Miles can't contain
All that I send out on these cold waves.
They'll crash upon your shore
Leaving my heart
Missing you even more.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

Yeah!
You know It's me in the middle.
Yeah!
You know It's me in the middle (I can't decide.)
Oh, Yeah!
You know It's me in the middle.
Whoa, Yeah!
You know It's me in the middle and I can't decide.