Look at her go, off in the distance
Wavin' goodbye to me
This sorry sailor feels like a failure
Standin' on a dock on the sea
I'll never know what broke the Buick
Maybe it was needin' some grease
Well whatever the reason, the rest of my season
Is different now than it would have been
Even so, I'm missin' the boat
I'm just wishing it could come back 'round
But that ol' toad in my throat
Is keepin' me from making a sound
All that smoke in my scope
Is hundreds of miles away by now
If that's the way and it's all changed
Then that's the only thing I can do today
I won't pretend I ain't missin' the laughter
All the things I still want to see
Missin' the islands, the sails and the smiling
Livin' an American Dream
But it's not the end, I'll go look at the charter
What if it was all meant to be
Yeah I still got my knapsack, I'll get me a flapjack
And come back at a quarter to three
If there was a storm, I'd still be in there
And what of the war? Maybe I wouldn't be settin' this course
Maybe there's so much more
More than I knew before
Even so, I'm missin' the boat
I'm just wishing it could come back 'round
But that ol' toad that's in my throat
Is trying to keep me from making a sound
All that smoke that's in my scope
Feels like hundreds of miles away by now
But that's the way, yeah it's all changed
So that's the only thing I can do today