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
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 till light comes
But most of all I need
A maker of islands

Rested in the golden sunlight
Where the seas are kind
And 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