Sailing

The boat is a live thing, she leaps to the wind.

You pull in the mainsheet, and she pulls back

Slip the mooring, feel her heel

Head out through the basin on the starboard tack

There’s good days and there’s bad days

And there’s wind and chop and squalls

But a day on the water's better than a day on land

Any day at all

Sailing, sailing

My troubles disappear

Sailing opens the eyes of my heart

And helps my soul to hear

I’ve been close hauled on the starboard tack

Black wind sign on the crawl

Knowing we have to get sail in

Before we’re hit by the squall

Crossed the lake, 30 miles straight

Rain and wind, with a lingering fog

Made our landfall by sunset

Just in time to write up the log

Sailing, sailing

My troubles disappear

Sailing opens the eyes of my heart

And helps my soul to hear

The boat is a live thing, she leaps to the wind.

You pull in the mainsheet, and she pulls back

Slip the mooring, feel her heel

Head out through the basin on the starboard tack