Its not far down 2 Paradise, at least its not 4 me..& if the wind is rite u can sail away...& find tranquility. .the canvas can do miracles, just u wait & see. .believe me. Its not far to never never land. No reason to pretend. .& if the wind is rite u can find the joy, of innocense again. The canvas can do miracles, just u wait n see. Believe me.. . .~Chorus~ sailing. Takes me away, 2 where ive always heard it could be. Just a dream & the wind 2 carry me. .and soon i will b free~ fantasy, gets the best of me. When im sailing. . All caught up in the reverie, every word is a symphony.. .wont u believe me.. .its not far back 2 sanity, at least its not 4 me. & if the wind is rite u can sail away, find serenity...the canvas can do miracles. Just u wait n see. Believe me. . . . . . . . . ~end~