(paul cotton)



We were setting in the harbor

With our sights out on the land

There was something someone or other

That we couldn't quite understand

About the driving wheel

Want to know how it feels

To be taking time out turn it all about

Taking hold the drivin'



Thre were miles of time drowned

In the wine

We were talkin' 'bout better days

It was years ago when we pelt the goal

Was anchored to the changing ways



There ain't nothin' here only the fear of

What is right and what is real

Satisfaction smile come on board

For a while

We're taking hold of the drivin' wheel



We were set in the harbor

Had our sights on the land

All the men at the wheel moving on

With the plan

We were reaching tohether for

The same end

Sunshiny weather comin' 'round

The bend




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