Are you sailing across the ocean?
Will you ever come back again?
Are you sailing across the ocean?
Will we ever hear the things you have said?
I'm asking again and again and again and again and again and again.
I'm asking again and again and again and again and again and again.
I see an old man.
Walking down the street.
He looks around at broken dreams and misery.
And then he asks me, when will I be free?
I cannot answer him.
He does not answer me.
Sailing.
Sailing.
Sailing.

Sailing.
In his eyes I see the pain of the past.
I take his hand and tell him that it's not the past.
will not last And as he smiles, I see the doubt upon his
face Raging his eyes towards the sky, he knows
this place I ask him again and again and again
I ask him again and again and again and again
Are you saving? Are you saving?
Saving, saving
Are you saving? Are you saving?
Are you sailing across the ocean?
Will you ever come back again?
Are you sailing across the ocean?

Will we ever hear the things you have said?
I'm asking again and again and again and again and again
I'm asking again and again and again and again and again and again
Are you saaaaving? Saving
Are you saaaaving?
Sailing, sailing
Are you sailing across the ocean?
Will we ever, ever, ever hear the words you have said?
Sailing, sailing
Sailing