I let my sail out slowly, taking pains to find the wind.
But until I turned my boat away, the sail could not be trimmed.
Tacking towards the wind, but never face to face.
I feel what I don't see: an invisible embrace.
Lean away, lean away. Some things can't be known,
like the wind that takes you home.

I remember hearing a melody, but when I started to describe
all the things it made me feel, it's spirit slowly died.
Now I choose to hum the things I cannot explain.
And feel my roots spread out like a tree that drinks the rain.
Lean away, lean away. Some things can't be known,
like the wonder of a melody,
how it makes you feel home.

I remember when I saw you. It was a cold winter night.
The moon was hidden by the clouds. I remember only light.
I have searched to find a way love to understand.
But I finally gave up trying. It's enough to hold your hand.
Lean away, lean away. Some things can't be known,
like the love I feel for you,
how it makes me feel home.