Lyrics:

Well, I use to sing in Texas and it sounded fine to me
I guess I've come a long long way
But I've changed the words so many times I lost the melody
And I never even saw it slip away

Out to sea there is a refuge
Where the holy winds are strong
Out to sea there is a high place
Takes so long

So I thought of California by the shinning sea
Though I'd write the song of songs
I could hear my baby's goodbye voice ringing out to me
Dear David, I hope you live that long

Out to sea there is a refuge
Where the holy winds are strong
Out to sea there is a high place
Sailor, lead me to your song

We will bathe in the white foaming water
And be pure as God's driven snow
On that cloudless day there'll be no sorrow
So the story goes

Well, I might never sing a song that's good enough for me
To chase the doubts and fears away
On a sinking ship of hope I can hear the sailors calling
Call the captain, sail away

Out to sea there is a refuge
Where the holy winds are strong
Out to sea there is a high place
Lead me to your song

We will bathe in the white foaming water
And be pure as God's given snow
On that cloudless day there'll be no sorrow
So the story goes, and so it goes