I may be leaving
I don’t really know why
Or for that matter when
Neither do I know where I might be going
I will remember
These flat lands
Which are really not flat at all
Say that again; really not flat at all
Yet, from the sea
Across the marshes, up through the fields
There is a chance of flood
Say that again; there is a chance of flood
I may be leaving
That time has turned around
The clock and I move on
Somewhere now must be the future
I will remember
These flat lands
Which are really not flat at all
Say that again; really not flat at all
Yet, from the sea
Across the marshes, up through the fields
There is a chance of flood
Say that again; there is a chance of flood
