Brian J. N. Davis ✈︎ A Metropolitan Guide

Sailing

Rise and shine, little dove, the ships are in the harbor and the stars' above
We're casting off in an hour flat, you better find yourself aboard the invitation's not gonna' last
The days are long, the nights even more, but you're wasting your time peddling on the shore
That's the thing about the spoils of war --when you think you've gone and tapped 'em all you go and find some more

So go sailing
we're not gonna' wait for the tide to be just right
so we sail
so we sail tonight

Captain, sir, you've all gone mad; there's nothing out there better than I have
Every man thinks the way it is that when ten ships burn just means the flames won't get his
And I don't care about the spoils of war and I certainly don't care about something more
Take that ship of yours out to sea and when it sinks to the bottom just know it's not taking me

So go sailing
to run that horizon through to see if it moves
you're just gonna' find
another side of blue

But I'll be here when you return
at the end of some comprehensive prayer
for while you're out there

So go sailing
for nothing but the intoxicating thrill and I'll salute you
if this is goodbye
we'll toast to your demise and to you