Ships that dock or pass in the night that sail on the oceans
of wrong and of right
where the light of the lantern never fails to secure
the hearts of the innocents and the minds of the pure.

There's the liner and the tanker but
the coaster is the most I
could ever hope to be,
too scared of the sea to travel
too far from land.

And here it gets queer because a
ship waits for me,
that will carry up to a far distant sea
where
land's but a memory that sinks into the sky.
This ship waits to sail on the
day that I die.