Intro: Am - C (2x)
 
    Am                                C
The breeze that used to wander through valleys and hills
  Am                                  C
Became a wind on a sailor's wings at troubled sea

 F
Here's the dilemma now: 
                 C
Do I pull these sails up? 
 F                                         C
When do I cast the net? Should I turn the helm around? 

      F                      G            Am
Cause we don't, we don't, we don't have a map
    F              G              Am
No lighthouse, no compass or forecast
    F               G#           Am
No, we don't have a date to come back

Am - C (2x)

 F                                     C
"8 meters to portside" says the man on the crow's nest 
           F                               C
While the rookie adventurer longs for the seven seas 

    F                      G            Am
But we don't, we don't, we don't have a map
    F              G              Am
No lighthouse, no compass or forecast
    F               G#           Am
No, we don't have a date 

   F                       G           Am
No we don't, we don't, we don't have a lighthouse, compass or map 
     F                G              C    G/B     Am
This cruiser that we stand on is our only certainty