set to touch all impenetrable youth Ask away that thought be contact with all that?s clear Be honest with yourself, there's no doubt, no doubt Master of time setting sail
Be the central force ye life As the game extends the cycle Be ready to move One heart's for love, one's for giving (Sailing down the river) Two hearts
our path And stay maybe a while Let them run, let them chase Let them hide between Constant doors will open eyes As life seems like, life seems like a
ries of life on your way Though you've seen them, please don't say a word What you don't know, I have never heard Starship trooper, go sailing on by
As the silence of seasons on We relive abridge sails afloat As to call light the soul shall sing Of the velvet sailors course on Of the velvet sailors
Well, I've been saved by the grace of southern charm I got a mouth like a sailor and yours is more like a Hallmark card If you wanna pick a fight, well
it's me I can't forgive? These days drift on inside a fog It's thick and suffocating This seeking life, outside it's hell Inside intoxicating He's
You're a lost sailor You've been too long at sea Now the shorelines beckon Yeah, there's a price for being free Hear the sea birds cryin' and there's a
built that way We had kin livin' south of the border They're a little older and they've been around They wrote in a letter, life is a whole lot better
Hang around, Willie boy Don't you raise the sails anymore It's for sure, I've spent my whole life at sea And I'm pushin' age seventy three Now there's
had tried The old sailor told me, another life is lost And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I And here I sit with a
I'm goin' think I'll get me a sailin boat sail the Gulf of Mexico but that's another side to this life that I've been leadin yes that's another side to this life
there's never, never a trace of red, oh, let it swing, yeah On a sidewalk, blue Sunday mornin' Lies a body oozin' life Some, someone's sneakin' 'round
I'm eleven months old, dangling from my daddy's knee. There I go, it's my graduation, I'm picking up a bogus degree. That's me. Early me. That's me. Well
life Always a stranger when strange isn't fashionable And fashion is rich people waving at the door Or it's a dealer in drugs or in passion Lies of a
What's left in the wheelchair? Who bothers what's in there? Who worries what life's like on wheels? No body to speak of. No willpower, voice, love.