Lyrics

Feel like I died and went to Maine
to learn to be myself again.
I’m in a cabin all alone
with tomorrow’s porridge cooking on the open fire.
Learning to use a chisel and a plane
and build in myself a sense of home again.

Open my palm, breathe deeply
turn and face the wind.
Won’t hold my dreams too tightly
lest they fall through my fingers like sand.

Feel like I died and went to Maine
to learn to be myself again.
I’m on an island all alone
with tomorrow’s porridge cooking on the open fire.
The stars are shining overhead
and I am lucky and I am blest
to be following my dreams.