Driving to windward,
Looking for a purpose,
A reason to weather the storm.
But you make me question my charts,
Spinning my compass like roulette.
You raise my eyes to the stars,
Together we run with the gale.
So I’ll change my course in an instant,
If your star shifts an inch to the right,
For although the seas will be angry,
I know your safe haven’s in sight.
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