A long, long looking forward, through a straining eye.
And I think you will see me coming under the sky.
And I think you will see me coming, and open your arms.
I try to be there, be there, to be there.
And all the clouds are weary whales swimming by to find you.
And I’m sorry, sorry how, how slow my steps are, slow as hours.
To be there, be there. To be there where you are.
To be there where you are.
There--Innocence Mission
Happy birthday, little Seth.
