Drifter in the sun

A thousand miles a day,
we’re drifting without motion
Our Ship without sail brings us across the Ocean.
And still the growing wind the wind is gonna blow.
Sometime he’s blowing fast and sometimes blowing slow.

We’re drifting with the tide, we won’t stop this motion.
The wind is on our side it brings us across the ocean.
And still the growing wind the wind is gonna blow.
Sometime he’s blowing fast and sometimes blowing slow.

We’re looking at the sky ,waiting for some rain.
The water crushes down washes away our pain.
A thousand miles a day we’re drifting in the sun.
Our ship without sail is our drifter in the sun.