Well, it's not far down to paradise,
at least it's not foamy.
If the wind is right,
you can sail away and find tranquility.
Oh, the canvas can do miracles.
Just you wait and see.
Believe me.
It's not far to never never land.
No reason to pretend.
If the wind is right,
you can find the joy of innocence again.
Oh, the canvas can do miracles.
Just you wait and see.
Believe me.
Sailing
takes me away to where I always could be.
Carry me.
Soon I will be free.
Fantasy thinks it's the best of me
when I'm sailing.
All caught up in the reverie.
Every word is a symphony.
Won't you believe me?
Sailing
takes me away to where I always could be.
Just dream the wind and carry me.
Well, it's not far back to Santa Fe.
At least it's not foamy.
And if the wind is right,
you can sail away and find serenity.
Oh, the canvas can do miracles.
Just you wait and see.
Believe me.
Sailing
takes me away to where I
always could be.