Where All the Songs Come from - Sons of the Sea

On the wings

Of a firefly evening

I feel like the only one

A lucky son of a gun

Unafraid

Of your talents and inklings

You are the only one who

Has kept my motor runnin, oh

You got yourself into this

You got yourself into this

You’ve got your heart on your sleeve

And that’s right where it belongs!

You got yourself into this

Just swing again if you miss

You’ve got your hand in the spokes

And that’s right where it belongs

Where it belongs… where all the songs come from

On the way

If I stumble and bleed a bit

Remember half the fun is

Just being on the run, ya know

You got yourself into this

You got yourself into this

You’ve got your heart on your sleeve

And that’s right where it belongs!

You got yourself into this

Just swing again if you miss

You’ve got your hand in the spokes

And that’s right where it belongs

Where it belongs… where all the songs come from

We got ourselves into this

We got ourselves into this

We’ve got our hearts on our sleeves

And that’s right where they belong!

We got ourselves into this

Ten toes into the abyss!

We’ve got our hands in the spokes

And that’s right where they belong

Where they belong… where all the songs come from