A month of nights, a year of days,

Octobers drifting into Mays;

I set my sail as the tide comes in

And I just cast my fate to the wind.



I shift my course along the breeze;

Won't sail upwind on memories.

The empty sky is my best friend,


And I just cast my fate to the wind.





There never was, there couldn't be

A place in time for men like me

Who'd drink the dark and laugh the day

And let their wildest dreams blow away.