From my seat I see the fields move by
  Coulours strong - it's been a long, long time
  It's the first time I see summer on the Westhill
  
  I lean back and let my eyes just go
  Floating now where they want to float
  They seem to take to the horizon
  
  Now I know there is a world beyond
  The small place I was coming from
  I feel at home here in the middle of nowhere
  I will never know the names
  Of these places that I travel through
  to reach the coastline
  I've been told I will be there in time
  
  Please oceancloud
  Let there be no storm on the crossing below
  Please oceancloud
  Let there be no storm on the crossing below
  Please oceancloud
  Let there be no storm on the crossing below
  Please oceancloud
  Let there be no storm on the crossing below