Who can indulge into a pleasure of tranquility?
As the wind blows
The feeling of exotic treasures
Told by a sailor's myth
Voyaging across the salty sea
Adventure at hand
Surrounded by seagulls
Feeding on crusty bread
Waiting for that special day
Each ship moors into the bay
While I seek a vessel
To call home
Her keel must be strong
As for her crew
Being the finest of all
To the horizon
I'll look beyond