Sailing
written by Gary Marks © 1974 Arewea Co. ASCAP

Some see time as a river
a moving line of pre-destined hours floating endlessly.
Its so easy to believe
until I see where it begins and ends:
melting all of the days and nights together,
melting all of the present time with my dreams,
finally reaching the sea.

I've been thinking of balance
like sailing, trying to find my way through the changes.
Centering in between
the tides of the day and my will, but still
melting all of the days and nights together,
melting all of the present time with my dreams,
finally reaching the sea.

I can feel a stream of hope
encompassing all of the rain that's fallen, all of the misery.
When I look into your eyes
and find your magic so alive and free.
Melting all of the days and nights together,
melting all of the present time with our dreams,
finally reaching the sea.