I do my job and it's pleasing to me It's getting so I can sail upon the roughest sea On the roughest sea I do alright On the roughest sea I do alright But when my work is over and done I get to being a lonely one Need someone to take the wheels at night
Someone to navigate till 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