One, two, three.
I could live inside a teepee.
I could die in penthouse 35.
You could lose me on the freeway.
But I would still make it back alive.
As long as we can sail away.
As long as we can sail away.
There'll be wind in the canyon.
Moon on the rise.
As long as we can sail away.
See the losers in the best bars.
Meet the winners in the dice.
Where the people are the real stars.
All the
rest of their life.
As long as we can sail away.
As long as we can sail away.
There'll be wind in the canyon.
Moon on the rise.
As
long as we can sail away.
As long as we can sail away.
As long as we can sail away.
There'll be wind in the canyon.
Moon on the rise.
There's a road stretched out between us.
Like a ribbon on the high plane.
Down from Phoenix through Salinas.
Around the bend and back again.
As long as we can sail away.
As long as we can sail away.
There'll be wind in the canyon.
Moon on the rise.
As long as we can sail away.
There'll be wind in the canyon.
Moon on the rise.
As long as we can sail away.
There'll be wind in the canyon.
Moon on the rise.
As long as we can sail away.
There'll be wind in the canyon.
Moon on the rise.
As long as we can sail away.