*in swing rhythm with some accordions and shit*
10 feet 20 the sailor man
is waiting for the touch of his hand
steering his ship northward without a plan
like the every daily
wish that bothers the sailor man
could i do something to make him laugh?
maybe a little ship inside some glass
so he lived the
SAILOR MAN
SAILOR MAN
with his HEART
by the SAND
so he stands
to watch the whole wide world
‘cross the lands
HERE WITH ME
IN THE SEA
with gulls and anemones
ain’t it nice?
the life forever for
SAILORS













