The Lyrics Translations of Shane D. Anderson

There was a nameless artist that lived quietly
He sat at the window gazing at the ocean, carrying so many aspirations

He simply drew the wishes dwelling in his brush
He was afraid of those dirty countries and of meeting people

At the port the band’s bustling parade carried on but
the cowardly artist’s paintings stay cooped up sleeping at home

The ship is sailing now
Let on the passengers wanting to ride and go
Cross the vast ocean to an unknown place
If you let this slip by there’s always tomorrow

He always knew it, if he wanted his aspirations fulfilled he has to go outside
It is by no means something easily fulfilled

What was it that allowed him to keep painting up to here
He thought about the ocean and when he had noticed he had grown old

The containers at the port piled full of many dreams but
he was filled with an emptiness of running away from uneasiness

I’m leaving my home now, let me ride on your wide back
At last the start is from here, if you let this moment slip by there’s always tomorrow

The ship is sailing now
Let on the passengers wanting to ride and go
Cross the vast ocean to an unknown place, if you let this slip by there’s always tomorrow