I’ve heard tales from the deck
About the Captain on high
His hands bleed from hoisting
The main sail to the sky.
He keeps this ship moving,
leading the way.
we all get our fill
before he makes his plate.
He stays up all night,
alone in his cabin
Plotting the course
for the next day’s journey.
I wish I could say
that they were right
But this captain’s sailing
His last voyage.
It’s a race to see what will drown me first.