Somewhere close to 22, 2º S.lat.
Out of course Lost my goal:
The Tropic of Capricorn Missed the Winter Solstice by a day
Away from the sun towards more familiar grounds
I cross the Equator
Away from the burning sun
sails are set for cooler grounds
I cross the Equator
Expecting guidance from a starlit scenery
when passing the Coast of Ivory
But in the dark, I gave up the explorer in me
sail me away, away…
…Away from the burning sun
towards more familiar grounds across the
Equator Away from the burning sun
sails are set for cooler grounds I cross the Equator
Find me I'm lost between two hemispheres
The trade winds in my sails have been misleading me
Oh, let the waves carry me home
Anchor me to where I belong.
