Breezing Up
DAVID SCHELZEL, DAVID GEORGE SCHELZEL
This I call my sailboat
These are all by friends,
That beyond's the shoreline
And that is where it ends.
High
And dry
Are we
Stinging sigh's the salt air
Taste it on your skin,
Stomach's sense of flying
The feeling of the wind.
High
And dry
Are we.