(Verse). Set the sails, I feel the winds are sturdy. To us a bright horizon set away. Cast your reckless dreams upon our Mayflower. The haven from the world and her decay.
Set the sails I feel the winds a'stirring. Toward the bright horizon set the way. Cast your wreckless dreams upon our Mayflower. Haven from the world and her decay.
Throw up your voice but not you mind. While them agents of change go monopolize. Their colors and their faces are just shades of the same. All lost in the game.