On My Way - American Music Club

Neptune’s the scary soldier who always wants to show you his gun

A drum beat beyond my champagne sparkle kick and snare

From the edge of the world where the waltzes play

I’m on my way

The North Sea ferry shudders all along its iron wall

Full of soldiers who mob the bar where I’m trying to sleep

Who drink toasts to those who can’t believe any more

I’m on my way

My sunsets are all one-sentence postcards

I can see you holding them in your beautiful hands

As I hold my nose to the heart I always betray

I’m on my way

Past the container port floodlights and the mountains of souls

Past abandoned sailboats, rotten sticks and stones

Past the lighthouse, the land’s last shining hope

Sneaking towards the edge of the world, hoping to live beyond our sins

And you can’t feel the ship move but you can see the earth spin

Into a darkness like a fist that absorbs everything we try

Maybe I’m finally about to see what’s right before my eyes

I’m on my way

You should be here instead of me

You could always love your enemy

I was born with no love for anything but I can’t look away

I’m on my way