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we'll steer right back into the storm again
one last attempt to beat the sea
'cause you say that's what every good book's about
and, well, I guess I'd have to agree
maybe one day they'll write a book about
this storm, this boat, and you and me
misspell our names but claim to understand
too proud to try and learn to read

I wonder if we'll find a home again
and make new friends among the trees
build my son a brand new treehouse
and leave this old ship to sink
maybe one day they'll write a book about
the wind, the trees, and you and me
misspell our names and claim to understand
the symbols and the imagery

we never made it back to shore that day
I know you'll miss your mom and me
but the sun still shines for all we left behind
and that old sea that set us free
maybe one day they'll write a book about
that house we built up in the trees
but, son, you know they'll never understand
no, you meant everything to me

I always knew we'd ride the stars someday
and let the moon go back to sleep
'cause that's what every good book's about
the sun, the moon, and you and me