Look out your front doornthere's a ship coming innwho can tell you what it bringsnso carry your grief on down to the portntonight we're bound for other shoresnnwe live like the sunncoming up, coming downnever distant, ever proudnnow the world unfoldsnshall the young never seenall the wounds that never bleednwounds that never bleednwounds that never bleednnjust hold the linenand you'll find my time's not enoughnand i'll hold the linenand you'll find my time's not enoughnnncan beauty be starknso sad and wisenjust like an ocean in your eyesncan i carry your loadncan i slip in your skinnon the outside looking innoutside looking innoutside looking innnand just hold the linenand you'll find my time's not enoughnand just hold the linenand you'll find my time's not enoughnnnnjust hold the linenand you'll find this time's not enoughnnthere's a light on your facenand a hope on the breezenand no one whisper in the treesnthere's money to burnnand books to readnanother lie to be believed