I am sailing down behind the sun and waiting for my princess to come.
Then I'm praying for the healing rain to restore my soul again.
It looks like a toerag on the run, I wonder how did I get here?
What have I done and when will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
Then the light begins to shine and I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watch this seedling grow, I feel my heart start to overflow.
Where do I find the words to say? How do I teach him?
What do we play? Bit by bit, I've realized that's when I need them,
that's when I need my father's eyes.
Then the jagged edge appears through the distant clouds of tears.
I'm like a bridge that was washed away; HOW COULD I lose him?
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