An ocean of streets surround my island And the waves of people wash against my door And the tides of days and nights they go so slowly And this bothers me for I know there's so much more.
Chorus Some have islands in the sky Some have islands in the sea But my island's always here And my dream is to be free. Sail away, boys, sail away; Sail away, boys, sail away.
How often I have thought and tried to leave here Take my girl and beat my feet And take the good ship chance and take my voyage And sail all the way across the street.
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Sometimes I think and find that conscience is The most important thing to a man: To know you've stayed and tried and died to live On a crowded beach of artifical sand.