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