Heading South so I can go North
Guided by birds but drifting off-course
Read the tide-table before starting out but 30 years old with chapters torn out
You, waking up from a dream of the sea, safe in the harbour from sailors like me
You, in the kitchen, waiting on tea, whilst I lose the compass to a trick of the sea
Bearing East so I can blow West
Guided by wreckage of the Marie Celeste
(Read) Sombrero Fallout whilst waiting for calm
Carved chapter 13 in script on my arm
You, waking up from a dream of the sea, safe in the harbour from sailors like me
You, in the kitchen, waiting on tea, whilst I lose the compass to a trick of the sea