It's getting deeper out here
The waters peaceful and crystal clear
This lack of sleeps made me under steer my canue


A quiet whistle's all I hear
I try to listen but it's unclear

Cause empty bottles roll around my canue

Heavy waves fill the boat with a load of sea water

And as it sways, left to right
I'm alright but my owe's been cast away
It's in sight on my right but my boats still floating straight


Il paddle along but I'll move
Slow

Use my guitar as an oar to find you
And row
In this boat that was made for two

To float
Along the watered road
Until you catch my mooring rope

Until you catch my mooring rope
Until you catch my mooring rope
Until you catch my mooring rope


It's getting restless out here
Still its effortless - and it appears

That the relentless sea
Has over steered my canue


A little leak
Where I've worn down the wood with the heels of both my feet
Traveled thousands of miles in the heat for countless weeks

An il never stop rowing or rest
Unless I sink


Il paddle along but I'll move
Slow
Use my guitar as an oar to find you

And row
In this boat that was made for two
To float

Along the watered road
Until you catch my mooring rope
Until you catch my mooring rope


And you catch the rope and tie it
In a knot till its tight and

Stabilise it till it's bright and the light hits
Both our eyes lids
And we rise and decide its

Time to glide
For the rest if our lives


Ima paddle along behind you slow
Play my guitar designed to be stroked
In this boat that was made for two to float

Along the water road
And we can detach the mooring rope
And we can detach the mooring rope

And we can detach the mooring rope
And we can detach the mooring rope