| (paul cotton) | |
| We were setting in the harbor | |
| With our sights out on the land | |
| There was something someone or other | |
| That we couldn't quite understand | |
| About the driving wheel | |
| Want to know how it feels | |
| To be taking time out turn it all about | |
| Taking hold the drivin' | |
| Thre were miles of time drowned | |
| In the wine | |
| We were talkin' 'bout better days | |
| It was years ago when we pelt the goal | |
| Was anchored to the changing ways | |
| There ain't nothin' here only the fear of | |
| What is right and what is real | |
| Satisfaction smile come on board | |
| For a while | |
| We're taking hold of the drivin' wheel | |
| We were set in the harbor | |
| Had our sights on the land | |
| All the men at the wheel moving on | |
| With the plan | |
| We were reaching tohether for | |
| The same end | |
| Sunshiny weather comin' 'round | |
| The bend |