I do my job and its pleasing to me.

I'm getting so I can sail upon the roughest sea.

On the roughest sea I do alright.

But when my work is over and done

I get to being a lonely one,



I need someone to take the wheel at night.

And someone to navigate 'til light comes,

But most of all I need a maker of islands,

Rested in the golden sunlight where the seas are kind

She could make me islands for my peace of mind,



If I could only see her.

Look into her eyes.

Then I'd lie easy

I'd lie easy

I'd lie easy

In my soul.