Lyrics

Motley colors in the morning
Captain stumbles, surveys, delays
There?s no tomorrow like tomorrow
We?re sure to find land any day

My darling missus back at home
So much left un-said; the chance is gone
Thinking now of where we are
And how the hell we reached this far

Captain stands atop the cabin
Looking out he wonders why
And navigator glares into infinity
It?s a curious scene to see
Hope we will find our way home

Land grows massive in the distance
Hypnotizing as the waxing moon
The men can taste the breezy mountain air
And rush the shoreline very soon

Captain stands aft of the galley
Quoting rhymes of long ago
Captain cackles into an empty sea
And pleads ?wish you were here with me?
Hope we will find our way home
I?m sure we will find our way home
Hope we will find our way home