Streamers

Hold on, hold on
All that's left between us is this piece of yarn

You on the deck, me on the shore
Squinting my eyes till I can't see you any more

Oh I'm sorry now
Oh I'm sorry now

You look back and watch me go
Then turn to face the weary ocean

You face west, face the brave new world
Face the setting sun with your sails unfurled

Oh I'm sorry now
Oh I'm sorry now

And I'll let you go when the spool runs low
Streamers will lift when the west wind blows

Hold on, don't let me go
For I can never cross that wasted ocean