Sailing Solo - The Beautiful South

Only to find you’ve missed a continent out

And as your happy turns choppy and tidal wave swirls

You’re wondering why there’s no one about

At least Captain Scott actually stood on the spot

Where he planned to put up Union Jack

And though Captain Cook cursed the map that he took

He got near enough for native’s attack

That’s how it feels trying to navigate you

Even with compass and infinite time

And just when I think I’ve found some part that’s new

I find a flag already up that’s not mine

Circling you is journey minus view

Exploration without reason or reward

'Cause when I get near, you use an arrow or spear

To prevent my heart ever being shored

The earth ain’t flat, but it’s a simple doormat

Compared to your unclimbable self

The desolate terrain, you have to cross to your brain

Just one of your slippery shelves

And if I ever get close, I’ll need a banner or post

To hang it from, first there or not

So voyage may uncover a sister or brother

And a friendship that Colombus forgot…