Written by Glenn Richards

It isn't funny how often we missed the boat,
Did we love the shoreline so much?
Purchased tickets, packed our bags, let the years bleed.

We should've told them we were from somewhere else,
Then with nobody knowing,
We'd already be over here, over there, and anywhere we were going.

If you were a native son or daughter,
And you could wonder where the old country's gone,
Feel your reflection disappearing, hear the unsung song...

Tell it to the birds you were from somewhere else,
And with nobody knowing,
You'd already be in the time, in the place,
Anywhere you were going.

We came to the party, showed up on time,
Took events as they strangely came.
Two by two they left by their arks
To escape our heavy rain.

I should've told you about my specialty,
Couldn't blame me for not knowing,
O I should've told you about my tendency,
Couldn't blame me for not knowing...

Then I'm always gonna be in the wrong when they're right,
And coming while they're going.

Yes I'm always gonna be in the wrong when they're right,
And coming while they're going.