Ship In A Bottle by Tiffany Hulse
I need to get back to the deep blue sea
We need to go sailing, just you and me.
The hustle and bustle of the city pace.
A ship in a bottle on the mantle case.
That ship she reminds us how we used to be.
No care, no bother, just worry free.
Don’t pack a lot, we won’t be long.
Our boat be slow, but she’s sturdy and strong.
Back to the islands, we have to go.
No job, no work, no lawns to mow.
Our friends and family will say goodbye.
At the dock in the morning we’ll sail high tide.
So don’t you worry, no don’t you fret.
We’re living in the islands with no regrets.
Sun at our bow, and a storm at our stern.
Perhaps one day we might return.