I've been drifting for days on the blue And that horizon is telling the truth— It says, the land is a lonely distance from this view, But there is a lighthouse cutting through Because you're my hope. You're my sail. You're my crutch. So, my head returns to you often and much. I've been saving up all of my time And sorting buffalo nickels from dimes And I've been reading books (Just to learn from those lines) But find no words that rhyme But you're my hope. You're my sail. You're my crutch. So, my head returns to you often and much. So, pull up the anchor— Release the white doves And set sail for the sun And pray this gale Will guide that sale To the one I love Because you're my hope. You're my sail. You're my crutch. So, my head returns to you often and much.