By Sage Cook I’ll move across the ocean find wild love In the forest and the field I’ll be blue skies, be wide open In the moment, that’s where I need to be There’s no sidewalk There’s no smooth talk, just a long walk to where I’m going to be It’s such a fine line situation I’ve got patience I’ll be 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 Caught you sharing, sharing like the rest It’s such a fine line situation I’ve got patience I’ll blow across the prairie don’t be weary for The wind can be your friend I’ll be lost and found all over fields of clover All blooming once again It’s the rain on a tin roof It’s so humid Can’t tell the water from the wind It’s such a fine line situation I’ve got patience