Sailboats wish that they were stars.
Floating softly in the sky
Among the 'spheres that bid goodbye.
Moving through transparencies
Drifting through the stratosphere
And onward 'till they disappear.
The continents from overhead
Look like tiny paper shapes
Intricately set in place.
Below the airplanes in the clouds
There's a lovely silver bay
Where sailors often hideaway.
An airplane carried me to bed
Where I slept above the coast
And dreamt I had become a ghost.
I sailed above the mountain peaks
Deep in underwater caves
Yet somehow how I walked all the waves.
Scuba dive along the lock.
Speedboat driver on the dock.
Sailplane pilot in the blue
Take me out there with you.
An ocean freighter then 'bout to float over the snow.
I was walking through the trees.
I was sailing through the seas.
I was falling through the air when it hit me right there
A seagull doesn't even care about the news.
Do birds get lonely in the night
When the sidewalks fill with leaves
And joggers taste the evening breeze?
Buildings and freeways and streetlights and painted pavements.
Hotels and on-ramps and road sides and the trail.
Branches and sky ways and railroads and heavy traffic.
Runways and restaurants and subways and the 'L'.
Inlets and harbors and islands and lights and benches.
Skylines and sunsets where ocean meets the sky.
Drive the car on the lawn.
Fly the jet to the sun.
Bring the spaceship in too while I play golf on the moon.
My eyes are tired but then why fall asleep?
Built in 1964, (Sailboats wish that they were stars)
an actress ran on the shore. (Sailboats wish that they were stars)
Dancing slow and in turn, I love you Audrey Hepburn.
Steal your statue back and then fall in love.