Paul Cotton)
We were setting in the harbor
With our sights out on the land
There was something someone or other
That we couldn't quite understand
About the driving wheel
Want to know how it feels
To be taking time out turn it all about
Taking hold the drivin'
Thre were miles of time drowned
In the wine
We were talkin' 'bout better days
It was years ago when we pelt the goal
Was anchored to the changing ways
There ain't nothin' here only the fear of
What is right and what is real
Satisfaction smile come on board
For a while
We're taking hold of the drivin' wheel
We were set in the harbor
Had our sights on the land
All the men at the wheel moving on