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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