Signs that burn like shooting stars
That pass across the nighttime skies
They reach out in their mystic language
For us to read between the lines.
Some are born who would defy them
Others still who would deny them
Signs.

Signs like moments hung suspended
Echoes just beneath the heart
Speak in voices half remembered
And half remembered play their part.
Signs that come as we lay sleeping
Left behind for our keeping
Signs.

Sail along, sail along the reefs and the coves inside your soul.
Sail along, sail along in search of a star that you can hold.
And we journey far 
to where that star 
may lead to 

Signs that whisper in the dreams 
of sailors and of river queens of paupers 
and of men with means,
It all depends on how it reads.
Some are born who never need them
Others still who never read them
Signs.

Sail along
Sail along the reefs and the coves inside your soul.
Sail along
Sail along in search of a star that you can hold.
And we journey far 
to where that star 
may lead to you

Signs
Signs
Some are born who never need them
Others still who never read them
Signs.

Signs, signs.

Some are born who never need them,
Others still who never read them, signs.