Into The Mystic

We were born before the wind
 Also younger than the Sun
 And the Bonnie boat won
 As we sailed into the mystic
 Hark, now hear the sailors cry
 Smell the sea and feel the sky
 Let your soul and spirit fly
 Into the mystic
 When a foghorn blows
 I will be coming home
 When a foghorn blows
 When I hear it
 And I don't have to fear it, and I
 Want to rock your gypsy soul
 Like back in the days of old
 Magnificently we will float
 Into the mystic
 When a foghorn blows
 No I will be coming home
 When a foghorn whistle blows
 Gotta hear it
 And I don't have to fear it, and I
 Want to rock your gypsy soul
 Like back in the days of old
 Together we will float
 Into the mystic
 Come on girl
 It's too late to stop now
 It's too late to stop now
 It's too late to stop now