Mike, it is "Southern Cross" that is stuck on my head all these days.
When he says:
So I'm sailing for tomorrow. My dreams are a-dying.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship, and all her flags are a-flying.
She is all that I have left, and music is her name.
Think about how many times I have fallen.
Spirits are using me; larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world, lookin' for that woman-girl
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will.
And you know it will.
Sexy Kitten:
May be the lady of that song is you. And may be we are made to each other. Let's start whispering, and I throw some shaah and popcorn,
Derbi,
