As I watch the clock
I feel the boat rock
And watch the dock
Then up comes the boat
Covered up with a black coat

I feel the chill of the breeze
And I look down at the once blue seas
Now filled with pleas
Because now it is gray
Like a stray

Others board in a hurry
But what is there to worry?
Except it might be a long journey
I take my time
Thinking of my past time