Barefoot Friend

I moved across the ocean
 And [wound ] in the forest and the field.
 I bet blue skies will be wide open
 In the moment that's where I need to be.
 There is no sidewalk.
 There is no smooth talk.
 Just a long walk to where I'm gonna be.
 It's such a [fine line] situation.
 I've got patience.
 Patience.
 Patience.
 Patience.
 I been flowing for the ocean.
 I'm tripping all over myself.
 Falling, falling down now.
 I adore you, but you're leaving me a mess.
 I confess, I caught you caring.
 Got to sharing,
 Sharing like the rest.
 It's such a [fine line] situation
 I got patience.
 Patience.
 Patience.
 I blow across the prairie.
 Don't be wary. Oh the wind can be your friend.
 I been lost and found all over
 Fields of clover.
 Saw a blue man once again.
 It's the rain on a tin roof.
 It's so humid, can't tell the water from the wind.
 Such a fine line situation.
 I got patience.
 Patience.
 Patience.