Southern Cross, in addition to being a damned fine piece of music, is also the finest song about sailing ever written and stands so far apart from any other rock song about sailing as to constitute a category of one:
Got out of town on a boat goin' to southern islands
Sailing a reach, before a following sea.
She was makin' for the trades on the outside
And the downhill run to Papeete.
Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas
We got eighty on the water line, nicely makin' way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away.