Out beyond ideas of right and wrong
There is a field
And out beyond that field
There is a harbour
Pack your bags
I'll meet you there
We'll sail out together
Into the vastness of night
With only the breeze to guide us
No idea where we're going
No idea when we'll return
Sometimes we'll doubt ourselves
Often we'll want to turn back
But the ocean will always remind us
That we had no choice
And never did
And then one morning
In the warm glow of sunrise
In that perfect calm
After a perfect storm
We will disappear
Leaving the vast ocean
And a cool southwesterly breeze
Blowing an empty boat
To destinations unknown
They will search for us
They will assume we went under
But we will know otherwise
And we will picnic with Rumi
Laughing like children
In that field
Beyond right and wrong
There is a field
And out beyond that field
There is a harbour
Pack your bags
I'll meet you there
We'll sail out together
Into the vastness of night
With only the breeze to guide us
No idea where we're going
No idea when we'll return
Sometimes we'll doubt ourselves
Often we'll want to turn back
But the ocean will always remind us
That we had no choice
And never did
And then one morning
In the warm glow of sunrise
In that perfect calm
After a perfect storm
We will disappear
Leaving the vast ocean
And a cool southwesterly breeze
Blowing an empty boat
To destinations unknown
They will search for us
They will assume we went under
But we will know otherwise
And we will picnic with Rumi
Laughing like children
In that field
Beyond right and wrong
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