Blue Peter

 

Wrapped in fog and overcast 
The aged vessels of tired masts 
Cordially passing in the night 
Others setting sail together 
Weathering the north Atlantic weather 

As white caps now come into view 
She awakes, her tea brews 
Sitting by her window in the morning sun 
Now adrift, my day is done 
As the compass spins, the day is done 

Portraits of sunrises ahead 
Over cities, seas and mountains 
Yellows, oranges and reds 
Water washed sunsets ahead 
Hanging in the dark rooms of the crests 

Breathing in my today 
The exhales of her yesterday
May not make it to those arms too soon 
At least we look up to the same moon 
At least we look up at the same moon 

Portraits of sunrises ahead 
Over cities, seas and mountains 
Yellows, oranges and reds 
Water washed sunsets ahead 
Hanging in the dark rooms of the crests 

Portraits of sunrises ahead 
Over cities, seas and mountains 
Yellows, oranges and reds 
Water washed sunsets ahead 
Hanging in the dark rooms of the crests 

Journeys of the outward bound 
Exposures of the outward bound 
Stories of the outward bound 
Hoist Blue Pete, we're outward bound 

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