Move With The Wind

Water is wet and rocks are hard
But the wind, my friend, does what it wants
So, I move with the wind
I move with the wind, if I move at allWhat do you do with a drunken sailor?
What the hell, how should I know?
What do you do with a drunken sailor
When you don't know what to do with yourself?Oh, I move with the wind, if I move at all
We've run aground, stuck on these rocks
I guess I'm all wet but that's how I got caught
That's how I got caught but that's how I got caught
Hook, line and sinkerConsider this then think of nothing
Ah, wouldn't that be nice
Close your eyes, feel the ocean rising
Floating on a bed of spice