Aug 2017
David standing there watching his little angel child
Thomas was 3 and a half years old he looked up at David and smiled
“Daddy come here and play Daddy come sit on my boat”
David jumped in his bed and together across the oceans they floated
Daddy look at me I’m Captain Thomas, look at those giant waves
Don’t fall over board or they’ll wash you away into those darkened caves
In his room the two of them played, the daddy and the captain
Thomas fell asleep in daddy’s arms David tucked him in
Instead of walking away, he cuddled his boy and for a while stayed
Watching every breath that was made I could watch you forever and a day
He stroked the clothes on his back kissed the skin upon his neck
Rolled out of the bed kissed his son one more time and walked straight off the deck
The year was 1912; they’d built a titan of a boat a giant in the sea’s
Just for my darling Thomas, Mary and me
We don’t have much money, but we’ll always have our dreams
We hear the sound of the engine and follow the titanic steam
Look daddy what’s that, it’s the boat I told you about
The one that’s taking us to that place we could only dream of, and the crowds all wave and shout
Here we come New York City we’re going to find our dreams
Leave behind the factory smoke filled skies and the filthy cobbled streets
I pulled out my ticket 3rd class, it cost every worldly possession I had
Staring down I see my blue eyed boy staring lovingly at his dad
I saw the look in his eyes, as he questioned which way should we go
But this floating city is a familiarity of which I do not know
Welcome aboard Mr Smith, we’ve been expecting you,
take your wife and child to the 3rd class deck room a hundred and twenty two
I held Thomas’s hand, the sheer uncertainty
in my mind I was also a child, but yet I’m twenty three
The first class man with a top hat, a cane and a beautiful wife,
Staggered among the 3rd class pilgrims to catch a glimpse of the other side of life
We found 122, Mary smiling; Thomas silently watches the walls of the white star line
We dine like never before, we never had no money
now we lay beneath millionaire kings, My god I love the irony
We spend our days, between the cabin and the sun,
Daddy, where did you say we were going?
4 unholy nights, a cramped room,
Thomas clings on tightly like the stars to the moon
We’re going somewhere special, somewhere we’ve never been!
They call it New York City, my boy the city of your dreams
It’s late on the 14th; nearly the 15th I take a walk, along the floating streets
Deserted deck floors and empty bars, water covered the empty seats
I gaze up at night, the sky was filled with stars,
a tiny voice in my head says Never forget who you are
Just then the earthquake came; we’ve hit an iceberg they said,
Blank looks in doomed eyes Mary and Thomas asleep in their beds
We’re in this field on fire, but there’s no water to put it out,
we’re about to be eaten alive, where no one can hear our shout
I hear some first class man, They say the ship is sinking,
Get your wife and child and find a boat to get in
Leave the 3rd class here, they aren’t needed,
maybe some women and children but the men are better off dead
Half the boats now gone, I’m back to room 122,
Thomas is crying he’s hungry, Mary asks what we’re to do
I place my hand on her Thomas is still shaking and crying
I’m scared daddy, someone said we’re dying
I close the cabin door, Thomas you’re the captain
Jump on the bed, he pulled the covers over and let me in
Mary darling you’re serving drinks, so let’s have one,
Water crawls through the door, she smiles, “it won’t be long
Look daddy it’s real, I’m really sailing,
the hysterical mothers from first class, a haunting wailing
Go on Thomas you’ve got this, I’m so proud of you,
Sit straight daddy and I’ll get us home, In the air was violin music
Water coming closer to the mattress where they played,
Look daddy I’m really doing this, for our boy Mary cried and prayed
It’s getting cold now, “we’ll be alright won’t we daddy”
just keep driving us home Thomas just cuddle daddy
In the end the three of them, jumped on the play boat,
the ship that could never sink, could never float
Cabin 122, that one fell silent,
the creaking of the wood, the metal giant bent
The ocean bed became a graveyard for the 3rd class;
the first class survivors to the dead each April 15th raised a glass
12000 feet to the bottom, there lies a captain,
3 years was all that he saw of this world he lived in
He wasn’t born with the privilege of the rich and famous
But he had the love of his daddy, and in his arms forever he lays, until the earth reclaims us
In 1985, the deep sea divers found us
Sent there machines to the depths of the ocean
Parted the muddy waters around us
A light shone through the round window
Thomas’s hair still golden, dancing in the water, caught in the glow
The divers said a prayer for the sight at which they saw
Me and Thomas still huddled together on the bed, Mary kneeling on the floor
They turned off their lights and left me with my son and bride
Rose back up to the sun thought of my Thomas and they cried
There’s a boy down there, lying in his daddy’s arms
There’s a woman still praying on her knees
Surely there was room for that child and his mother
But there they lay together in the darkness of the icy sea’s
Thomas was 3 and a half years old he looked up at David and smiled
“Daddy come here and play Daddy come sit on my boat”
David jumped in his bed and together across the oceans they floated
Daddy look at me I’m Captain Thomas, look at those giant waves
Don’t fall over board or they’ll wash you away into those darkened caves
In his room the two of them played, the daddy and the captain
Thomas fell asleep in daddy’s arms David tucked him in
Instead of walking away, he cuddled his boy and for a while stayed
Watching every breath that was made I could watch you forever and a day
He stroked the clothes on his back kissed the skin upon his neck
Rolled out of the bed kissed his son one more time and walked straight off the deck
The year was 1912; they’d built a titan of a boat a giant in the sea’s
Just for my darling Thomas, Mary and me
We don’t have much money, but we’ll always have our dreams
We hear the sound of the engine and follow the titanic steam
Look daddy what’s that, it’s the boat I told you about
The one that’s taking us to that place we could only dream of, and the crowds all wave and shout
Here we come New York City we’re going to find our dreams
Leave behind the factory smoke filled skies and the filthy cobbled streets
I pulled out my ticket 3rd class, it cost every worldly possession I had
Staring down I see my blue eyed boy staring lovingly at his dad
I saw the look in his eyes, as he questioned which way should we go
But this floating city is a familiarity of which I do not know
Welcome aboard Mr Smith, we’ve been expecting you,
take your wife and child to the 3rd class deck room a hundred and twenty two
I held Thomas’s hand, the sheer uncertainty
in my mind I was also a child, but yet I’m twenty three
The first class man with a top hat, a cane and a beautiful wife,
Staggered among the 3rd class pilgrims to catch a glimpse of the other side of life
We found 122, Mary smiling; Thomas silently watches the walls of the white star line
We dine like never before, we never had no money
now we lay beneath millionaire kings, My god I love the irony
We spend our days, between the cabin and the sun,
Daddy, where did you say we were going?
4 unholy nights, a cramped room,
Thomas clings on tightly like the stars to the moon
We’re going somewhere special, somewhere we’ve never been!
They call it New York City, my boy the city of your dreams
It’s late on the 14th; nearly the 15th I take a walk, along the floating streets
Deserted deck floors and empty bars, water covered the empty seats
I gaze up at night, the sky was filled with stars,
a tiny voice in my head says Never forget who you are
Just then the earthquake came; we’ve hit an iceberg they said,
Blank looks in doomed eyes Mary and Thomas asleep in their beds
We’re in this field on fire, but there’s no water to put it out,
we’re about to be eaten alive, where no one can hear our shout
I hear some first class man, They say the ship is sinking,
Get your wife and child and find a boat to get in
Leave the 3rd class here, they aren’t needed,
maybe some women and children but the men are better off dead
Half the boats now gone, I’m back to room 122,
Thomas is crying he’s hungry, Mary asks what we’re to do
I place my hand on her Thomas is still shaking and crying
I’m scared daddy, someone said we’re dying
I close the cabin door, Thomas you’re the captain
Jump on the bed, he pulled the covers over and let me in
Mary darling you’re serving drinks, so let’s have one,
Water crawls through the door, she smiles, “it won’t be long
Look daddy it’s real, I’m really sailing,
the hysterical mothers from first class, a haunting wailing
Go on Thomas you’ve got this, I’m so proud of you,
Sit straight daddy and I’ll get us home, In the air was violin music
Water coming closer to the mattress where they played,
Look daddy I’m really doing this, for our boy Mary cried and prayed
It’s getting cold now, “we’ll be alright won’t we daddy”
just keep driving us home Thomas just cuddle daddy
In the end the three of them, jumped on the play boat,
the ship that could never sink, could never float
Cabin 122, that one fell silent,
the creaking of the wood, the metal giant bent
The ocean bed became a graveyard for the 3rd class;
the first class survivors to the dead each April 15th raised a glass
12000 feet to the bottom, there lies a captain,
3 years was all that he saw of this world he lived in
He wasn’t born with the privilege of the rich and famous
But he had the love of his daddy, and in his arms forever he lays, until the earth reclaims us
In 1985, the deep sea divers found us
Sent there machines to the depths of the ocean
Parted the muddy waters around us
A light shone through the round window
Thomas’s hair still golden, dancing in the water, caught in the glow
The divers said a prayer for the sight at which they saw
Me and Thomas still huddled together on the bed, Mary kneeling on the floor
They turned off their lights and left me with my son and bride
Rose back up to the sun thought of my Thomas and they cried
There’s a boy down there, lying in his daddy’s arms
There’s a woman still praying on her knees
Surely there was room for that child and his mother
But there they lay together in the darkness of the icy sea’s
