Oh end this day show me the ocean When shall I see the sea May this day set me in emotion I ought to be on my way We were there We were sailing on the Terra Nova Sailing for the setting sun Sailing for the new horizon May this day show me an ocean I ought to be on my way Ought to be on my way right now Stepping on the boat With a lump in my throat On my way right now I got a letter from a dear friend of mine The story of a spiritual awakening She spoke of her love Returning in kind She let me know that She'd be waiting And I should be on my way by now Walking across the floor Reaching for the door On my way by now But here I sit country fool that I am My elbow on my knee And my chin in my hand My mind in the gutter And my eye on the street Holed up in a cave of concrete And I ought to be on my way right now Packing my things While the telephone rings On my way right now I miss my lovely mother And I love my lonely father I know I owe my brothers One thing and another I hear my sister singing And I ought to be on my way right now Moving across the land With my heart in my hand On my way by now Ought to be on my way by now Oh end this day set me in motion Ought to be on my way Out of the west of Lambert's Cove There's a sail out in the sun And I'm on board though very small I've come home to stop yearning Burn off the haze around the shore Turn off the crazy way I feel I'll stay away from you no more I've come home to stop yearning
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