Unable to concentrate
Digging for words
My hands in my pockets
& My mind a blur

Thinking of drinking
Thinking of you
I'm going sailing
In an old wooden shoe

I feel like
sailing right
back to you...

I'm going sailing
Up over this town
I'll sail so high
I'll never come down

& Late in the evening
I will leave you a poem
& watch through the window
To make sure you get home

I feel like
sailing right
back to you...

Maybe one day
You'll change your mind
& fancy yourself
The traveling kind

If you don't have a sailboat
Or an old wooden shoe
cs the city lies sleeping
I'll make room for two

I feel like
sailing right
back to you...