Drinking Song

When you don’t know where to turn,

and you don’t know where to roam,

pull up a bar stool and I’ll find you a home.

 

Here,

here in the wake of the world,

here where the sails stay unfurled,

where one never knows

which way the wind blows.

 

I know, I know we just met,

and you’re doubting the power of my gaze

but let’s just sip and consider the moon phase.

 

Here,

here in the wake of the world,

here where the sails stay unfurled,

where one never knows

which way the wind blows.

 

I take my whiskey straight

and that beers soaks your dry lips;

cheers to the years and our next million sips.

 

Here,

here in the wake of the world,

here where the sails stay unfurled,

where one never knows

which way the wind blows.

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