It's the ship of
she, and she, and she
that I need to steady.
But I am only this one man,
and father to all three.

And I'm only half sure
I'm half right
half the time.  But
she, and she, and she- trust me.
Trust me, they do.  
   I see it in their eyes
                    their smiles
                    their sleep.

And I'm only thinking about
what happened today
and guessing about tomorrow. But still
they love me.  I feel she, she, and she
always will.  

And I feel the weight of this steady,
though heavy and I'll never hold.  
And the she, and the she, and the she, of ships
will trust in the things they're told.  

But how do you steady the she and she,
And the she she'll grow to be?
Whoever never taught me
owes me an explanation.

I'll steady her the best I can,
and know at the very least,
the ships of she, and she, and she
will get the best of me.