tread water

Pardon me, my mistake
thought it my turn for a break
But since the rain loves my face,
I’ll let it be.

Lately, the silence won’t stop talking at me,
and I’m getting weary waiting
for the harbour lights to change.
I’ve even forgotten what I’m waiting for,
so I’ll tread water just the same.

Heard the devil may care,
I called him up; he’s not there.
What does that mean?

So I’ll tread water just the same,
cause I’m used to the water now.

And I’ll never let this pair of hands
forget to pull their weight.
This burden may be more than I would like to bear,
but less than I can take.
And I’ll tread water.

Silly me.
I’ll tread water.