Forty months upon the sea
and Spear Mulqueeny finally left my head
All the passengers fit to survive
were quickly woken up and fed
Behind a door the prophets burned their eyes
trying to decipher what they read
Something about the travesties behind
and the justice up ahead

The captain fell down from the mast
He called for you and then he passed
The vengeful spectre of his deeds found him at last

All good deeds and garden weeds,
the wildwood rose and the green bird's throat - they grow
As all these spirits on the lower deck
ascend to keep me feeling low
They lay upon my bed and speak
of my impending doom like I don't know
I hide behind the open door
and wait for them to make their love and go

I want to but I can't get back
An evening sky that's blue and black
A memory like falling snow covering up tracks

Those of us who found the shore
we tore our thoughts forever from the sea
We swore alliance through thick and thin
but were quickly severed by the breeze
I learned these lessons then that other men
have only learned upon their knees
Lay your hopes on things eternal,
don't get hung up on some captain's creed