Adrift now, the shore is gone.
And sure enough, the signs were wrong.
A steering wheel to rest
the weary head in this steel trap,
a prison bed. Lay down
and stay a while.
The sea will sing us all to sleep.
A hush and a cry, its melody
will carry us beneath a blanket of waves.
That bridge could never take us to where
we wanted our lives to go, anyway.