It’s hard to see the blue below the surface, guess I just hope that it’s still there
As far as we can tell the world’s still turning, but for what and headed where? 

It’s hard to know which wat this path is going, can’t see the forest for the trees
So many things there’s just no way of knowing, the answer’s blowing on the breeze

And I’ve been underneath these waves just wondering 
If what’s in front of me is worth coming up for air 
The mountains will turn to dust, just like the rest of us
Our whole lives looking just to find God’s empty chair

We are the poets of this modern moment, the words are hanging on our tongues
And when we say them all our cards are showing, well better this than to have none

And I’ve been underneath these waves just wondering 
If what’s in front of me is worth coming up for air 
The mountains will turn to dust, just like the rest of us
Our whole lives looking just to find God’s empty chair

Who am I to say that I know anything at all?
Who am I to say that I know anything at all?

‘Cause I’ve been underneath these waves just wondering 
If what’s in front of me is worth coming up for air
The mountains will turn to dust, just like the rest of us
Our whole lives looking just to find God’s empty chair.