One slender sailing ship with colorful sails,
rainbows and diamonds and lashings of cool
Converse and feathers and natural red flair
Sailing and bobbing and going somewhere.
High and foggy and drunk on a whim
Living out life with no charted journey,
powered along by a wind full of spirit.
Bare foot and wet thighs, and light in the eyes,
Sit back and relax and enjoy the ride.
That life is going to live and surprise,
and push back the waves of the doubting fuckers,
they deserve not to know you, nor do they matter.
A pale old lighthouse sits on the shore.
Looks and winks and groans so bored.
Stuck in one place with no plans to roam,
the paint is fading and hiding the shame.
The round face of the torch as it burns,
turning around and warming the waves.
Something inside the tower it yearns.
What is this lady out on the sea
A passing ship of such beauty and lustre,
come here and crash on my shore.
My lighthouse will guide you forever more.
Release me from the restraining foundations,
I see the water and the life in those sails,
wrap my warm arms in your hurt bobbing bottle.
Home is it home is it shattered by waves,
or destined to be there and survive our own battles.