Maker Of Islands

I do my job and it's pleasing to me
I'm getting so I can sail upon the roughest sea
On the roughest sea I do alright
But when my work is over and done
I get to being a lonely one

I need someone to take the wheel at night
And someone to navigate 'til light comes
But most of all I need a maker of islands
Rested in the golden sunlight where the seas are kind
She could make me islands for my peace of mind

If I could only see her
Look into her eyes
Then I'd lie easy
I'd lie easy
I'd lie easy
In my soul