Sixteen weeks Of undone plans Sailing circles In search of secret lands Through swells or slack sheets Or through needle prick rain Out from Freeport Bound for Taprobane Where maidens wait to bless us If our fortune begins But wea€™ll need hurricane winds To bring this ship on in Beautiful monsters Kept us lost In azure water At terrible cost But we fixed all our damage And sealed all of the cracks a€˜till lack of water Forced us to turn back When we risked shattered timbers For the feel of the ground Hoping for hurricane winds To turn our ship around I heard someone searching for an open door Asking questions I didna€™t have an answer for So I prayed to whoever Wouldna€™t leave us alone To send a hurricane wind To bring our ship back home In the sunset Of this life With full grown family And contented wife I fill my role as Pater And provide quiet laps Tell tales about the days When there were holes in the maps And look past the breakers To the open lanes Dreaming of hurricane winds To take me out again