As I wake I look around,
I have no notion where I'm bound.
So many different colored boats I see,
Are all leaky, lonely and driftin'
Just like me.
And the tide come in and the tide go out.
And the waves they come toss my little boat about.
And the sky turn black and the sky turn blue.
Got no pail, no sail, no anchor too.
Just a leaky little boat.(Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers)
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