Almost there.
Destinations disappear,
With wintry air.
The worse for wear.
The leading edge battered,
But the run don't tear.
I can't wait.
Surging sea pressing against,
The last floodgate.
The weathervane spinning,
With great heart and try.
Storm's a coming, no time to be shy.
Weathervane spinning,
Storm's a coming.
You know it takes more than that.
You're bound to hit some flats.
Beacon dancing on the shore.
May look the same, as once before.
Took it slow.
Kept a careful watch for any,
Tell-tale show.
I don't know.
Tried to stay the course, but then,
Had to let go.
And I'll eat the cost.
Any other way, and all,
Might have been lost.
Don't look the same, as once before.
Don’t look the same, as once before.