Outside in the middle of a field I can hold a finger high in the air Under the sky in the middle of it all I can feel the wind blow the same for us all In the middle there's a lot to know In the middle there's a lot to see Of a world that can be so cold Of a world with a heart of gold Chorus: Sailing, Sailing Sailing, Sailing So many ways the world does live So many ways the world does give So many ways the world does make So many ways the world does take So many different lives the world does live So many rivers the world must cross So many tears the world does stream So many eyes the world to see