Let you know a story of the sweepers
They were no fools, they did not take the weeper
Every dime they made
They built their own brigade
She tinkered on, she did, the sulky sailor
He dreamt another job, the timid tailor
Surely, they’ll cross paths
Where the money’s at
A fantastic sail
Carried by a gale
Gallop down the windpipe
Of the sea-coloured stripes
The beggar found his riches off the starboard
We reach for that which we can never afford
A sandy rune in time
Our happy, crooning crimes
When pruning eyes quickly peruse the wheel
The boy quickly rises to show his seal
Beyond comprehension
Beyond condescension
Do away with looking glass
Steel your ship with trumpet brass
The world will only sway for you
If you take heed and start to move
A fantastic sail
Carried by a gale
Gallop down the windpipe
Of the sea-coloured stripes
When they reached the land they became meek
The weary scrambled to seek out the creek
To drown their riches in
And start alone again
Is it such a crime they are now strangers?
Fast and loose, when you befriend for flavour
They hold the memoir
They know that they’ve come far
The fantastic sail
Carried by the gale
They galloped down the windpipe
Of the sea-coloured stripes
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 12:52 PM UTC
Let you know a story of the sweepers
They were no fools, they did not take the weeper
Every dime they made
They built their own brigade
She tinkered on, she did, the sulky sailor
He dreamt another job, the timid tailor
Surely, they’ll cross paths
Where the money’s at
A fantastic sail
Carried by a gale
Gallop down the windpipe
Of the sea-coloured stripes
The beggar found his riches off the starboard
We reach for that which we can never afford
A sandy rune in time
Our happy, crooning crimes
When pruning eyes quickly peruse the wheel
The boy quickly rises to show his seal
Beyond comprehension
Beyond condescension
Do away with looking glass
Steel your ship with trumpet brass
The world will only sway for you
If you take heed and start to move
A fantastic sail
Carried by a gale
Gallop down the windpipe
Of the sea-coloured stripes
When they reached the land they became meek
The weary scrambled to seek out the creek
To drown their riches in
And start alone again
Is it such a crime they are now strangers?
Fast and loose, when you befriend for flavour
They hold the memoir
They know that they’ve come far
The fantastic sail
Carried by the gale
They galloped down the windpipe
Of the sea-coloured stripes
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