Upon the tranquil sea a ship is sailing softly and on it's deck there sits a man with wishful thinking he lays his body down and stares up at the night sky and with the passing wind he sends out his message I wish for things long gone I want to be where I'm not If I could have one wish I'd wish for a storm On a blackened plane with an empty sigh he reaches for a star but catches an evening bird with one touch of her wing he learns to fly with the storm