Dirt under my Fingernails Warm wind blows in Your sails But you can't take off You're still docked
Broken-hearted I miss you Though we part I'll still be true You sail on
You sail on You sail on You sail on
Turn over from Sleeping pills Wake up in white Hospitals And you can't take off Now you're stuck
Broken-hearted I miss you Though we part I'll still be true You sail on
You sail on You sail on You sail on
And you're not gonna call You're not gonna write me Except for little notes on Forwarded mail Notes I will read and re-read Notes I will read and re-read
