From the recording Waiting To Arrive
©1999 Don Bray (SOCAN)
Guitar & vocal: Don Bray
Lyrics
With a warm cup of coffee
As the sun paints the sky
He packs up his old Lincoln
And gets her ready for the ride
In a northern direction
He heads up the highway
On his way to Algonquin
Where he loves to get away
Where he needs no conversation
To make it through the day
What he sees and what he feels is
Far beyond what he could say
Where the deepest things seem true
Where the paddle hits the blue
He gets knots in his shoulders
The paddle blisters his hands
Still it's his heart that propels him
Ever further from dry land
Far away he's safe at home
On his own he's not alone
He can feel this in his bones
There's no map for his travels
Every wave holds a new
Mystery to unravel
Where the paddle hits the blue
Where he needs no conversation
To make it through the day
What he sees and what he feels is
Far beyond what he could say
Where the deepest things seem true
Where the paddle hits the blue
Where the paddle hits the blue