Terra Nova - James Taylor

Oh, end this day, show me the ocean

When shall I see the sea?

May this day set me in motion

I ought to be on my way

We were there

We were sailing on the Terra Nova

Sailing for the setting sun

Sailing for the new horizon

May this day show me an ocean

I ought to be on my way

Ought to be on my way right now

Stepping on the boat with a lump in my throat

On my way right now

I got a letter from a dear friend of mine

The story of a spiritual awakening

She spoke of her love returning in kind

She let me know that she’d be waiting

And I should be on my way by now

Walking across the floor

Reaching for the door

On my way by now

But here I sit

Country fool that I am

My elbow on my knee

And my chin in my hand

My mind in the gutter

And my eye on the street

Holed up

In a cave of concrete

And I ought to be on my way right now

Packing my things

While the telephone rings

On my way right now

I miss my lovely mother

And I love my lonely father

I know I owe my brothers

One thing and another

I hear my sister singing

And I ought to be on my way right now

Moving across the land

With my heart in my hand

On my way by now

Ought to be on my way by now

Oh, end this day

Set me in motion

Ought to be on my way

Out to the west of Lambert’s Cove

There’s a sail out in the sun

And I’m on board though very small

I’ve come home to stop yearning

Burn off the haze around the shore

Turn off the crazy way I feel

I’ll stay away from you no more

I’ve come home to stop yearning