The shogun kites are flying high straining for freedom
Tails luff like ragged sails neglected by the helmsman
The sun glints on the nylon line
That holds them to the ground
Almost too fine to see but still real
So the kites can never fly
Never fly
The kites can never fly away

Voyaging to foreign shores seems far beyond us
We tether ourselves to the ground with lines of our own making
Sense the cries of seabirds
Dare we travel to the shore
And listen to the sirens of the waves?
It's time to chance it all
Chance it all
Chance it all on the new world

Sails are filled, sheets are set
Crewmen at their stations
Headed for uncharted shores
Here there be dragons
Here there be dragons

One foot stands on solid ground, one foot on the gangway
Sailing on the rising tide, new adventures calling
Life has her own way
Of making light of all we do
Listen to the laughter in the breeze
Weigh anchor, take the wheel
Chart a course
Trim the sails and seek the wind

. . . seek the wind