And he gets to the English coast To the place he loved the most Where the spinnakers on boats Are filling out, filling out
And we get to guessing games Where no one knows their names Guess no one’s going home Staying out, staying out
What are we doing now, what are we doing now? Come on it’s going to get easier from now Come on it’s going to get easier somehow What are we doing now, what are we doing now?
The storm came and tore limbs from the trees Like a drowning whale And the thought of it brought us all down to our knees What are we doing now, what are we doing now? Spit it out
