I never wanted it to end this m/s can roll and is built by steal that bends under a million star sky the bow wind brought more than tears to my eyes and we all have ways of dealing with this pace now the nights are simply transports for the days I'm transatlantic goodbye to you fair Canada the St Lawrence slowly fades beneath my sleep and like a thousand burning hells I will cleanse my soul with mid-atlantic swells and one can get addicted to this pace sometimes it seems like it's all about getting away I'm transatlantic
