On the Wind

On the Wind

To the ocean I lost my soul, beat-up car does the job you know
Blue flame paint, drinks more oil than gas alright
Weatherman says the chips are down
I've got cold dark coffee and a new skoal can
Gear in the back and the town is out of sight

It's firing, we dive in, here come the turning of the tide, hit it again

Fly on the wind, Fly on the wind
Walls keep on coming, we're blasting away
Fly on the wind

Strapped in on my '85, Hands on the boom safe to grip and slide
32 lines for my stance and peace of mind
4.2 on a skinny mast, downhaul cranked gonna' have a blast
35 knots and it's side-on from the right

It's firing, we dive in, here come the turning of the tide, hit it again

Fly on the wind, Fly on the wind
Walls keep on coming, and we're throwing spray
Fly on the wind

So hard to recall, moments passing by, time stands still
Ocean takes it all, so quiet in the deep, share the thrill