Sailing

I don’t really know where time even goes
I hope that I will float on downstream
Someone kiss me at the end
And I will go sailin' on
There’s somethin' bout the way that your lips touch my face
Like a soft breeze with rays of sunshine
Pulls me right back to the ground
He says, «I will be your good, good man»
There are days where I doubt here
And it feels the whole world is against me now
But deep down I know
That I will go sailin' on