We're all little boats sailing across the seaAll trying
to devote ourselvesTo something out of reachSome are
brave enough to go in different directionsOthers find
the ways to toughSo just follow with protectionIf a
storm should soon ariseTell me,
where would you goEverybody lives,
but everybody diesTell me,
who's to know what the tide may bringWhat's in store
for the weatherOrdinary man or a kingWe're all just
the same, no worse, no betterThere's anchors in the
groundSome we didn't choose to dropBut still they hold
us down, force it allTo come to a stop,
it's in the handsOf the ocean,
whether we get a second goSailing though the way
we've chosenThe way we've decided on our ownIf a storm
should soon ariseTell me, where would you goEverybody
lives, but everybody diesTell me,
who's to know what the tide may bringWhat's in store
for the weatherOrdinary man or a kingWe're all just
the same, no worse, no betterSo when tomorrow's sun
comes aroundWill you rise or drown,
even ifThe anchors fall to the ground againIf a storm
should soon ariseTell me, where would you goEverybody
lives, but everybody diesTell me,
who's to know what the tide may bringWhat's in store
for the weatherOrdinary man or a kingWe're all just
the same, no worse, no betterWe're all little boats, sailing across the sea