fog on the Pacific

fog on the Pacific
no boats are sailing by
gray and blue and silver
and there's no horizon line
easing our way southward
with the foghorn's song to hear
onward through the waves
we begin to disappear

into the fog on the Pacific
we are floating on the sea
with Juneau far behind
and home in front of me
I like the back and forth
every drop and motion
I could look forever
and just begin to see the ocean

fog on the Pacific
breaking through the waves
there is no sense of danger
only memories to save
of rocking up and down
into the great unknown
fog on the Pacific
I am going home
fog on the Pacific
I am going home