Leaned my canvas duffel on the green dock post Watching who can panic and can hustle up the most People dropping boarding passes running for the gate Acting like two minutes gonna make the vessel late I took a sip of coconut beneath the timber shed Listening to water slap the harbor wall instead Everything we planned to do is finished on the quay Now we let the diesel engine point us out to sea Let the horn blow twice across the open harbor bay We are leaving all that noisy chatter miles away Step across the gangway plank Taking our time on the Ferry Run Cooling down our shoulders underneath the afternoon sun Rolling on the water with the spray in the air Ferry Run moving and we got no care Diesel fumes are drifting while the twin propellers churn Nobody is arguing about whose turn to learn Slick salt tide splashing up against the timber rail I would rather glide along than wrestle with the sail Friends are sitting on the benches, laughing real and free Knowing that we built our peace upon the open sea Ticket collector stamps the card and nods a quiet smile We are gonna kick our boots off for a good long while Let the horn blow twice across the open harbor bay We are leaving all that noisy chatter miles away Step across the gangway plank Taking our time on the Ferry Run Cooling down our shoulders underneath the afternoon sun Rolling on the water with the spray in the air Ferry Run moving and we got no care (Turn the page. Next chapter.) Taking our time on the Ferry Run (Ferry Run) Cooling down our shoulders underneath the afternoon sun (In the sun) Rolling on the water with the spray in the air (In the air) Ferry Run moving and we got no care (Got no care) (Dock lines clear) (Island bound)
