The older I am the harder I breathe, the harder it seems to go on
The more that things change the less they seem real, the less that I feel I belong
Sail away and I'm gone
At the mirror I gaze and reflect on the times etched in the lines of my face
Upon which my fingers can trace the paths I have walked, the twists, turns and forks to this place
Sail away and I'm gone
I have my last shave, straighten my tie and make sure I'm in my Sunday best
And then I set out for a place far away, a place where I'll lay me to rest
Sail away and I'm gone