There's a ship lying trapped in the harbor,
and the timber keeps rotting away,
and the passengers all are a-waiting
on the shores of this windswept day.
There's a captain who's barking out orders,
but the crew answers some other call,
and this jangle of confusion
is the only life left to us all.
Someone throw out a line just this one last time;
let the skies open wide with their grace.
Oh, the road back from madness lies in shade
as the lights 'cross the water start to fade.
There's a bird circling over the harbor,
but this is one feast that it won't attend;
in the thundering rage of this deluge,
just seven black veils will descend.
And the child whose love was like satin
will lie dreamless with no history,
and only a distant star shines on,
the last tide's rolling out to sea.
Someone throw out a line just this one last time;
let the skies open wide with their grace.
Oh, the road back from madness lies in shade
as the lights 'cross the water start to fade.