A Salty Dog - Procol Harum

..in the seamen, the rare occasions when you meet them, note the impenetrable gaze of those eyes, always reflect a vanishing point further: it is a benevolent eye and fleeting. In those eyes, looking good, light vibrates of a blind infatuation with freedom. The seamen I think, have within them clear blue sky above stormy seas. None of them has the soul tied to a mooring, or the heart steady in a harbor, or a route already mapped.