Simple songs of acoustic guitar and voice.
Lyrics
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
