i am a sailor staring out at the sea   you are a little girl and you're asking my why   i sit here every day   and why i'm not out there, searching      and so i'll tell you, about my adventures   and i will let you know   when i'm getting to close   to my memories   see it's not your fault   i just can move away from them      i am a sailor that is just what i do   but i have a feeling   that i'm sailing   into the same storm again with you (with you, with you)      this is not your life these are not your problems   they are mine they are mine they are mine....