Partly cloudy, small chance of rain, mild waves.
The boat we sail together is going steady.
We're happy. You're happy. I'm not.
That's when we have the talk.
The talk where we agreed to stop sailing together.

Cloudy, severe thunderstorms, strong winds, rough waves.
The boat I now sail alone is three feet from going under.
I can't do this alone, but here I am, trying to manage.
My boat is close to capsizing.
I'm screaming out for help but no one is listening.
The waves are higher than the boat and crash hard against the deck.
It's not safe here anymore.
I need to get out.
I need help.
I need someone to save me from sinking six feet under.

Time has passed by slowly.
The seas have calmed.
The rain finally starts to let up when a beam of light shines from behind the clouds onto a nearby boat.
The boat sails over to me.
There is a man on board who is also alone.
We piece each other's boats back together and next thing I know its

Sunny, no chance of rain, a cool breeze and calm waves.
Hand in hand, side by side,
we sail through the sea.
I'm happy. You're happy. We're happy.

Sunny skies without a chance of rough seas up ahead.