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I broke one stick from the tree,Threw it to the sea.Ave Maria.Somehow I convinced myself that it was you who didn't want me.And on seeing my stick float,I built a little boat.Oh, the shrinking coasts.I set sail with no intention other than to be alone.And I came upon a land of ice and snowWhere I thought I would let go of you.But, oh, you know,I may not be an idiot but with some things I'm so slow.And in the whisper of the moss, I heard a song of loss,And so I went to find another sea or ocean I could cross.And I came upon a great cityThat was built up to the shore.Oh, Lord.I navigated under all the bridges of New York,Where I ran into your sister, of course,And I couldnt' keep it in,"How's she been?"Sail on. Sail on, sailor.Sail on. Sail on, sailor.Sail on. Sail on, sailor.Sail on, sailor. From Letras Mania