The waves move along in sync with the wind
the smell of sea salt is in the air.
There is a lighthouse nestled along the bay
as the sun rises we prepare to sail away
Grabbing ropes and pulling sales
turning the wheel and freedom in the air
a burst of wind gives the first push.
As we all stand in amazement
there is nothing we can say
as the yellow sun moves along the turquoise bay
we all know we cannot stay.
The horn goes off and we all turn
waving goodbye to those we adore
And as the shore becomes smaller and smaller
and the sea grows longer and longer
We feel the need to embrace this chance
There is an entire world or wonder for us to explore
as we stand on the threshold of adventure,
Oh what our crew has in store.