Sailing on southern winds
On down to the sea
But I know that I should not think of thee, no
Amber strands on my face
Lay in wait for the tears that flow
Some for you and some for me
Well I wrapped myself in blankets
But I still feel the cold
And I will still be weeping
When the tears no longer show
Oh Christine, I must let you go
Spring has come, winter's gone
And the seasons seem strange
Time may pass but time won't change
In your eyes were the words
That your lips couldn't say
Or the mask made it seem that way
I wrapped myself in blankets
But I still feel the cold
And I will still be weeping
When the tears no longer show
Oh, Christine, I must let you go
Rind from your tangerine
Is still sitting on my dash
Speeding down the I-15
Counting cities as they pass
Oh Christine, you are free at last
Well I wrapped myself in blankets
But I still feel the cold
And I will still be weeping
When the tears no longer show
Oh Christine, I must let you go
Sailing on southern winds
On down to the sea
I know
That I should not think of thee
