Sailing
On Dry Land
When the sun went down
I was rocking in my chair
When the sun come up
Couldn't find my bird nowhere
When
the sun come up
I was floating on the sea
When the sun went down
Dust was rolling over me
And it's just like a sailor,
sailing on dry land
And it's just like a drinker
with a wineglass full of sand
A
drinker can't drink
with no wineglass in his hand
And a boat don't go
with its rudder in the sand
Gonna
take my boat
to the Gulf of Mexico
Gonna row so far
I can't see your house no more
Gonna
take my boat
on the Mediterranian Sea
Gonna sail away
where these birds'll never find me
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