Just a daynall the trains they stopped blowin'nso now we're floatingnnAnd the sunnoh it's burning on my shoudlersnthere's no escaping itnnSo turn starboardnturn to portnoh our tempers get so shortnWhen we don't seem to be getting anywherennSo get the oars and start to rownCause we've got so much more to gonTheres no use to be waiting for the windnnnHow we long for land to hold our handnTo sleep on beds, once againnnnWhen I get home will you still be waiting?nI pray that you'renas patient as the seannand maybe, maybe you'llnbe waiting stillnwaiting there for mennkeep your letters by my sidenseem to keep me satisfiednwhen I haven't seen a woman in weeksnnI know I should not think of younbut I can't help it when I donI do it just in case you never think of mennnHow we long for land to hold our handnTo sleep on beds, once againn