I wrote a song called "The Longing Is All" Instead of calling you I'd hoped it would solve me For now I go to where the reeds grow tall Fall flat and small then they'll never find me And when it swells on me I'll crash into it and push a little closer Yea when it swells on me On raft, chasing dusk at the edge of night Paddling for land, hand on heart and heart in hand Start again, George Washington And when it swells on me I'll crash into it and push a little closer Yea when it swells on me We're already there We're already there We're already there We're already there We're already there A new love blooms on the long notes of old horns