Livin’ on the Line

© Words and music by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

Pulling out from Buzzards’ Bay to take our time sailing round the world,
Provisioned up and charting a course to Panama.
Reaching on the Trades to an easy following sea with all our sails unfurled,
Knowing we can always turn back; knowing we don’t wanna.

Livin’ on the line between the sky and the rolling tide;
When you’re out at sea there’s a lot that doesn’t matter.
With your life in arms of the wind,
And you’re savvy of the sea and you’re still at the helm,
Tomorrow’s off the wind and on the far side of the water.

Turquoise-blue lagoon so goddamn pretty it can make you cry,
Serpentine green soft hills rising from the shore.
We’re tethered on a double anchor like they do down Bermuda way.
Still you know you won’t stay but you’re really not sure you know why.

Livin’ on the line between the sky and rolling tide:
When you’re out at sea there’s a lot that doesn’t matter.
With your life in arms of the wind,
And you’re savvy of the sea and you’re still at the helm,
Tomorrow’s off the wind and on the far side of the water.

Pumpin’ ourselves afloat on the way back to Fiji for another haul,
The caulking looked all right when we left Australia.
Maybe take another couple years before we make the Suez Canal,
But when you’re living on maritime, there ain’t no hurry at all.

Livin’ on the line between the sky and the rolling tide:
When you’re out at sea there’s a lot that doesn’t matter.
With your life in arms of the wind,
And you’re savvy of the sea and you’re still at the helm,
Tomorrow’s off the wind and on the far side of the water,
Tomorrow’s off the wind and on the far side of the water.




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