On Beds, Once Again Paroles

And the sun

oh it's burning on my shoudlers

there's no escaping it



So turn starboard

turn to port

oh our tempers get so short

When we don't seem to be getting anywhere


Theres no use to be waiting for the wind





How we long for land to hold our hand

To sleep on beds, once again





When I get home will you still be waiting?

I pray that you're

as patient as the sea



and maybe, maybe you'll

be waiting still

waiting there for me



keep your letters by my side

seem to keep me satisfied

when I haven't seen a woman in weeks



I know I should not think of you

but I can't help it when I do

I do it just in case you never think of me





How we long for land to hold our hand

To sleep on beds, once again