dirt under my fingernails
warm windows and your sails
but you can't take off
you're still docked
broken hearted i miss you
though we part, i'll still be true
you sail on, you sail on
you sail on, you sail on
turn over from sleeping pills
wake up in white hospitals
and you can't take off
now you're stuck
broken hearted i miss you
though we part, i'll still be true
you sail on, you sail on
you sail on, you sail on
and you're not gonna call
you're not gonna write me
except for little notes on forwarded mail
notes i will read and re read
notes i will read and re read