I see you... in a velvet robe, I feel you... from across the wave, I hear you... calling me
Deep waters... Calling men. Calling women. And calling children Deep waters... Calling men.
Calling women. Calling. Calling!
My people! Now hear the News: No more room when the Ark is full. And it seems like every
path leads down to nowhere (Well, what can I say?). From now on no easy way, And for some
of us there ain't no way at all. 'tis like a Midsummer Night's Dream
Deep waters... Calling men. Calling women. And calling children Deep waters... Calling men.
Calling women. Calling. Calling!
Drifting... Now you've set yourself a-drifting... Towards the sea...

Drifting... With the stream of consciousness now drifting... Towards the sea...
Drifting... drifting... like a long and silent river you are... You are... you are a-drifting.
Drifting! Drifting! For life's too long and life's too short and you are a-drifting...
You're drifting away – You've set yourself astray...