Pickup's washed and you just got paid, with any luck at all you might even get laid.
Whatever thrills you, anything you love to do, just say - Someday, I will.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends. If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
Breathe in, breathe out, move on.
Tonight I just need my guitar.
And there's that one particular harbor Sheltered from the wind Where the children play on the shore each day And all are safe within...