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It was a hazy day last summer
the tide went the other way,
day turned into night,
the full moon was shining bright,
wind picked up as the sun went down
and this strong feeling came around.
I'd rather sail at night when the tides
moving right, and the wind gives full sail,
stars prevail, as we follow the moons trail.
We'll never make our destination
with any moment of hesitation
I'd rather sail in desperation
than make any move at all.
Where headed for Rhode Island
five days round trip
it doesn't take a scholarship
to realize the fix we're in.
We've listened to Buffett most of the way
until James Taylor came to play,
our friend Bruce Clienman made the way
through the dawn of the coming day.
And the morning haze slipped away.
[This message has been edited by Paul Hoekman (edited 12-30-1999).]