High above the bordertown

I can see the golden ground

If I wasn't looking down

I might have lost you in the miles


Ocean blue and foaming white

surround the body of my flight

as I flew out of sight

You were turning in the stiles


and I know what it means to you

and I know what it means to me

and I know how it feels to be

burned by the sun, the sun

I love the sun


Now I'm sleeping on the sand

of an unfamiliar land

And I'm dreaming up a plan

to get you on the breeze


And I'm staring at the speck 

Of the map laid on the deck 

It's time to make a trek 

On forgiving seas 


and I know what it means to you

and I know what it means to me

and I know how it feels to be

burned by the sun, the sun

I love the sun


and I know what it means to you

and I know what it means to me

and I know we all want to be

Burned by the sun