on salted wood, bouyant and worn
splintered slightly with oak thorns
stories embedded in a wavy grain
a carved woman with a golden mane
the anchor sets with the hazy sun
stars fall around and are seen by none

sailing with an heart full of love
waves of canvas cracking above
grab the rail like Jack and Rose
bearing new sea legs and cold toes

charts fraying and stained with earl grey
still waiting for the wind to show me the way
let me find my way home from here
a sun-drunk voyager with no way to steer

star-crossed and lightning struck
strung out on a dose of bad luck
but i'll sail towards the sun every night
never stopping until you're in sight