Maker Of Islands

I do my job and it's pleasing to me I'm getting so I can sail upon the roughest sea On the roughest sea I do alright But when my work is over and done I get to being a lonely one I need someone to take the wheel at night And someone to navigate 'til light comes But most of all I need a maker of islands Rested in the golden sunlight where the seas are kind She could make me islands for my peace of mind If I could only see her Look into her eyes Then I'd lie easy I'd lie easy I'd lie easy In my soul