And I hope the canoe makes it to the edgen'Cause I heard there is no end to the seanWe're going awaynnReader of the seanDon't shy away fromnThe love I give to younFrom the shores of a washed up heartnnA cry from my heartnnAnd I hope the light it drops on the roofnBlows it's travel light beyond the neighbor's fencenso far beneath the moonnwe'll never look backnnAnd if this wagon on the seanOh how we believenI don't think we'll make itnBut we should try if we cannWe're going awaynnReader of the seanDon't shy away fromnThe love I give to younFrom the shores of a washed up heartnnAs we float awaynFar far awaynThe things we think ofnAs we sail awaynnAs we float awaynFar far awaynThe things we think ofnAs we sail awaynnAnd we float awaynFar far awaynThe things we think ofnWe sail awaynWe sail away