Back to You

Unable to concentrate, digging for words
My hands in my pockets and my mind a blur
Thinking of dreams, thinking of you
I'm going sailing in an old wooden shoe

And I feel like sailing right back to you
Back to you, back, back to you

I'm going sailing up over this town
I'll sail so high I'll never come down
And late in the evening I'll leave you a poem
And watch through the window, make sure you get home

And I feel like sailing right back to you
Back to you, back, back to you

Maybe one day you'll change your mind
And fancy yourself the traveling kind
If you don't have a sailboat or wooden shoe
As the city lies sleeping I will make room for two

And I feel like sailing right back to you
Back to you, back, back to you