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Oh e nd this d ay sho w me the oce an
When shall I see th e se a?
May this d ay set me in m otio n
I ought to be on my way
We were ther e
We were sa iling on the Terra No va
Sa ilin g for the setting sun
Sail ing for the new horiz on
M ay this d ay sho w me an ocea n
I ought to be o n my w ay
Ought to be on my w ay rig ht n ow
S tepping on the boat with a l ump in my throat
O n my wa y righ t no w
I got a l etter from a dear frie nd of m ine
The story of a sp iritual awak ening
She spoke of her l ove retur ning in kin d
She let me kn ow that she'd be wai ting
A nd I should be on my way by no w
W alking across the floor
R eaching for the door
O n my wa y by n ow
B ut here I s it
Country fool that I a m
My elbow on my knee
And my ch in in my hand
My mind in the gu tter
And my e ye o n the s tree t
Holed up in a cave of c oncrete
A nd I ought to be o n my wa y righ t no w
P acking my things
While the te lephone rings
O n my wa y righ t no w
I miss my lovely mo ther
And I love my lonely fat her
I know I owe my br others
O ne thing and anoth er
I he ar my sister sin ging
And I ought to be on my w ay rig ht n ow
M oving across the land
With my h eart in my h and
O n my way by now
Ought to be o n my wa y by n ow
Oh e nd this d ay
Se t me in moti on
Ought to be o n my wa y
O ut to the west of Lambert's Cove
N.C.
There's a sail out in the sun
N.C.
And I'm on board though very small
N.C.
I've come home to stop yearning
N.C.
Burn off the haze around the shore
N.C.
Turn off the crazy way I feel
N.C.
I'll stay away from you no more
N.C.
I've come home to stop yearning
