Dreaming dreams of southern seas.
Oh, tonight, no sound can stir the girl I sleep beside.
Hammering nails and sewing sails
she hums along to a distant Carribean Regae song.

She reads magazines and keeps her room cleaner
than my conscience was when we first fell in love.

Lying in bed, within my head, I devise the blueprints of a ship of sound design.
Built to outrun - armed to outgun - any foe
who dares to come between us and where we're goin'.

She reads magazines about traveling. It'll be perfect.
It'll be great when we read magazines under sails
that sheen below the sun above our ship that sails in oceans of unending love.