Your heart is a man o' war,
Each rhythm so transparent,
Your love you keep in a bottle,
On the ocean it's drifting,

Your anchors will be lifted from the sea,
And your moorings they will all break free

And sailing you will be,
Sailing across the sea,

The corals will not tempt you,
And the winds will not prevail,
The waves will rise to meet you,
And they'll nudge you toward resolve,

And the anger that once stirred the waters to their crest,
Is now buried deep beneath the ocean floor in a wooden chest,

Sailing,
Sailing you should be,