where the clouds are like headlines upon a new front page sky. my tears are salt water. the moon's full and high. and i know martin eden is gonna be proud of me. many before me been called by the sea
to be up in the crows nest singin' by saying: shiver me timbers. sailing away. and the fog's lifting
the sand's shifting
i'm drifting on out. old captain ahab's got nothin' on me. swallow me
don't follow me. i travel alone. the water's my daughter. i shall skip like a stone. and the fog's lifting
the sand's shifting
i'm drifting on out. old captain ahab longs to hear me shout
swallow me
Lyric Context: shiver me timbers / samedi et vendredi - bette midler