By steve winwood
Following the shadows of the skies,
Or are they only figments of my eyes?
And I?m feeling close to when the race is run
Waiting in our boats to set sail
Sea of joy
Once the door swings open into space,
And I?m already waiting in disguise
Is it just a thorn between my eyes?
Waiting in our boats to set sail
Sea of joy
Having trouble coming through,
Through this concrete blocks my view
And it?s all because of you
Oh, is it just a thorn between my eyes?
Waiting in our boats to set sail
Sea of joy
Sea of joy
Sea of joy
Sailing free
Sea of joy