O kaptain

this ship is out of control
I've never felt
so sick at sea
and it's all so wonderful

the stars are swirling
waves are crashing
the tide is running high

the salty breeze
on wounded knees

and sickness
soon to subside

across the unforgiving sea
you are wherever I will roam

this ship is a feeling
a mansion, prison

& it's the closest thing to home