Weathered by the storms and well-oiled hands It sways back forth with help of winds Seems to always be there like an old trusted friend I've read a lot books wrote few songs Looked at my life where it's going gone seen world through bus windshield But nothing compares way that I see it To when sit in blue chair From chair caught fish some rays And watched boats sail out cinnamon bay let go lover took piece heart prayed many times for forgiveness brand-new start That was bed one New Year's night When passed from too much Cruzan diet woke up hundred mosquito bites swear Got 'em all sitting right there There's rocking Sitting sand