Draw a Line - The Qualitons

Could pitch our tent up on the mountainside

Under stars beneath an open sky

Thru desert, hand in hand, we’d cross the calm

The gritty grains of sand between our palms

We break out sailing, sliver from the source

With only stars above to set our course

The wind denies directions we demand

We pull the wheel and feel the ropes in hand

Imagination to pretend

A fascination in the end

Growing wings, we fail to fly

To know these things

And how to die

Do I take, in any form

Any shelter in the storm?

To grow feet and walk the land

And so I draw a line in…

(sand in the wind)

Our rising ghost will bring the wind

(blown away… far away)

The feeling lingers far away

(oh…givin' in)

Though I feel like givin' in

(live again… start today)

I see tomorrow start today

Do I take, in any form

Any shelter in the storm?

To grow feet and walk the land

And so I stand aside and…

Draw a line in

Sand