Heading south so i can go north
Guided by birds but drifting off-course
Read the tide-table before starting out
Bbut 30 years old with chapters torn out
You, waking up from a dream of the sea
Safe in the harbour from sailors like me
You, in the kitchen, waiting on tea
Whilst i lose the compass to a trick of the sea
Bearing east so i can blow west
Guided by wreckage of the marie celeste
(read) sombrero fallout whilst waiting for calm
Carved chapter 13 in script on my arm
You, waking up from a dream of the sea
Safe in the harbour from sailors like me
You, in the kitchen, waiting on tea
Whilst i lose the compass to a trick of the sea