Lyrics:

Make no sail for a gift of the wind
Drives you slow for this dream never ends
All my family and all of my friends
They know there's nowhere to run
In the morning they head for the sun
Leave your shadows behind what you done
I have tried but I never have won
Because there's nowhere to run
Well, Michael's rowing
Where's he going?
What's he saying?
Well, that's right
Yeah, that's right
Ghost of old sailor long since been dead
Smokin' his pipe and he's scratching his head
It's bad news, but I heard what he said
He said there's nowhere to run
Michael's rowing
Where's he going?
What's he saying?
Well, that's right
Yeah, that's right

Make no sail for a gift of the wind
Drives you slow for this dream never ends
All my family and all of my friends
They know there's nowhere to run