She slowed her world weary old rowing boat
Over a sky blue cloudless sea
And pointed her bony finger into the depths
That solitude down under the ocean
Is where god really meant me to be

Voices echoed around me
And I heard harmonies transcending through the waves
You see them she croaked quite thoughtfully
They are calling up from their cold water graves

Come join us young tired and aching sir
You will be tranquil and peaceful and still
Come join us you handsome lost fool
We will cure you of all that's making you ill

Not you she screamed in anger
I am old and have nothing more
Those souls below are ****** and restless
They search for new blood away from the shore

And she fell into blackness and salt
I saw her slowly float away
The oars gently brushed my hands
So I seized them knowing I didn't need to stay