Atlantic Low
Out in the Atlantic, past where indigo grows
Out in the Atlantic, deep dark and cold
Out in the Atlantic, beyond the sound
Out of range, can't be found
Like the points of a compass rose
She spread out across the globe
North, South, East, and West
Returning home just seemed the best
Out in the Atlantic, billowing sails
Out in the Atlantic, hugging rails
Out in the Atlantic, away from dry land
No one really had to understand
Out in the Atlantic, embattled skies
Out in the Atlantic, where nothing flies
Out in the Atlantic, floating a prayer
Pointed up, launched a flare
Like the points of a compass rose
She spread out across the globe
North, South, East, and West
Returning home just seemed the best
Out there, outside, out beyond
Out there, outside, out beyond
Out there outside, out beyond
Out in the Atlantic, in the middle of the night
Out in the Atlantic, it didn't seem right
Out in the Atlantic, leaving a wake
Coming about for another take
Like the points of a compass rose
She spread out across the globe
North, South, East, and West
Returning home just seemed the best
Out there, outside, out beyond
Out there, outside, out beyond
Out there, outside, out beyond
Out in the Atlantic, deep dark and cold
Out in the Atlantic, beyond the sound
Out of range, can't be found
Like the points of a compass rose
She spread out across the globe
North, South, East, and West
Returning home just seemed the best
Out in the Atlantic, billowing sails
Out in the Atlantic, hugging rails
Out in the Atlantic, away from dry land
No one really had to understand
Out in the Atlantic, embattled skies
Out in the Atlantic, where nothing flies
Out in the Atlantic, floating a prayer
Pointed up, launched a flare
Like the points of a compass rose
She spread out across the globe
North, South, East, and West
Returning home just seemed the best
Out there, outside, out beyond
Out there, outside, out beyond
Out there outside, out beyond
Out in the Atlantic, in the middle of the night
Out in the Atlantic, it didn't seem right
Out in the Atlantic, leaving a wake
Coming about for another take
Like the points of a compass rose
She spread out across the globe
North, South, East, and West
Returning home just seemed the best
Out there, outside, out beyond
Out there, outside, out beyond
Out there, outside, out beyond
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Thompson, Mark Weisbard, Matthew Kleinschmit, Richard Watson, Terrence Canade
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