by tyler stenson and melissa bollea © 2010 – ASCAP
I’ve been drifting for days on the blue
And that horizon is telling the truth—
It says, the land is a lonely distance from this view,
But there is a lighthouse cutting through
Because you’re my hope.
You’re my sail.
You’re my crutch.
So, my head returns to you often and much.
I’ve been saving up all of my time
And sorting buffalo nickels from dimes
And I’ve been reading books
(Just to learn from those lines)
But find no words that rhyme
But you’re my hope.
You’re my sail.
You’re my crutch.
So, my head returns to you often and much.
So, pull up the anchor—
Release the white doves
And set sail for the sun
And pray this gale
Will guide that sale
To the one I love
Because you’re my hope.
You’re my sail.
You’re my crutch.
So, my head returns to you often and much.