What do you do when you’re stuck in the middle of the sea?
Sometimes we’re stuck somewhere in the middle
It all seems like a confusing riddle.
While sometimes all the answers are found in the middle
We wish to sing, dance and play a fiddle.
It all depends on what’s happening within
Not all that’s around or even near one’s skin.
We need to know and listen to the voice inside
No matter what the world says that’s outside.
In the middle of nowhere we find love at times
And in the middle of the sea we realize sometimes.