Verse 1

I folded the map by the harbor wall

With salt on my sleeves and a name to call

The ferry pulled loose from the sleepy pier

And every familiar roof disappeared

Pre-Chorus

You said, “When the coastline is out of sight,

Keep one small promise and steer by its light”

I held those words like a compass in my hand

And watched the blue turn wide as land

Chorus

Sail on, sail on, past the edge of the bay

Where the morning comes clear and the gulls lead the way

Though the miles may divide us, I know what is true:

Every road on the water leads me back to you

Sail on, sail on, with the wind at my side

I’ll bring home the stories the far waves confide

When the last harbor opens, beneath skies of blue