The Mooring Rope

It's getting deeper - out here
The waters peaceful - and crystal clear
This lack of sleeps made me under steer my canue

A quiet whistle's all I hear
I try to listen but it's unclear
Cause empty bottles roll around my canue

Heavy waves fill the boat with a load of sea water
And as it sways, left to right
I'm alright but my owe's been cast away
It's in sight on my right but my boats still floating straight

Il paddle along but I'll move... Slow
Use my guitar as an oar to find you... And row
In this boat that was made for two... To float
Along the watered road
Until you catch my mooring rope x4

It's getting restless out here
Still its effortless - and it appears
That the relentless sea
Has over steered my canue

A little leak
Where I've worn down the wood with the heels of both my feet
Traveled thousands of miles in the heat for countless weeks
An il never stop rowing or rest
Unless I sink

Il paddle along but I'll move... Slow
Use my guitar as an oar to find you... And row
In this boat that was made for two... To float
Along the watered road
Until you catch my mooring rope

And you catch the rope and tie it
In a knot till its tight and
Stabilise it till it's bright and the light hits
Both our eyes lids
And we rise and decide its
Time to glide
For the rest if our lives

Ima paddle along behind you - slow
Play my guitar designed to - be stroked
In this boat that was made for two - to float
Along the water road
And we can detach the mooring rope