I reach out my hand
When I reach the shore"
Come, mate," I say,
"And be lonely no more."
He looks at my hand
Then back at my face
Then he shakes his head
Like there's been a mistake

"What do you mean?"
He says with a sigh
Eyes looking up
To the sparkling sky
He doesn't seem confused
Just weary and sad
Afraid that my talk
Is just a fake, passing fad

I reach my hand farther
Saying, "Come with me!"
There are wonders and wonders
And wonders to see!"
He gives me a glance
That is melancholy
He says, "I can't go with you;
You are too much like me."