Your smile is the sun
That every once in a while
Peaks from behind the clouds.
But most of the time,
I'm out here rocking a midst this wicked storm,
That no god would be cruel enough
To dream up for a sailor like me.

This wooden ship is sinking,
I wish it were iron.
I never did get enough iron
Probably because I'm a vegetarian.
If my dreams can keep this ship alive
Just for three or four more days
Maybe a beautiful siren,
Or mermaid
Will grant me the mercy and compassion
Of luring me to my death.