I set sail last early eve
Over the bounding main
And the sea was a sea of sleeping grass
Seen from my windowpane
At the kitchen window over the sink
With its one hundred eighty view
I took the wheel with a firm grip
And sailed over the grass of blue
We piloted through the piney masts
Of other ships in sight
And narrowly avoid rocks
That threatened our peaceful flight
The night moon hung over Madagascar
The sea swelled to take us there
We soared around horns and deadly ice
And through the Pacific air
Must we come back the ship and I
To the land of kitchen sinks
Must we come back to reality
Where I\'ve only a tenuous link