You're sailing far away.   Where do you have to go?   You're finding that its worth   every mile you have to row   to see whatever you are looking for.      I'd like to regulate   every wave that you create.   If you throw me overboard   I will travel in your wake   to see whatever you are looking for.      Storms will arise and blow me away.   But, you're lovely eyes are like beacons anyway.      So, I'll sit here in the sand   waiting for your little hands   to find my sallow face,   when you finally understand   and see whatever you are looking for.      You'll see whatever you are looking for.