We sit on the steps by the pool
just soaking up in sweat like a fool
I fill my mind with waves delightfully cool
my slack and lazy soul can be soothed
The old guys lose themselves to deep meditation
carrying their souls to the coast of Mediterranean
dreaming to fly across the Atlantic Ocean
I would like to have such beautiful dreams on occassion
The wind builds and fills the sail
that I only wish were real
pulling our boats across the waves smoothly like silk
the pleasure that no one can steal