no need to listen close to hear my heart pounding. through my pillow it resounds like a shotgun blast in an empty town. these sheets hold me hostage for being a product of my surroundings
forcing me to lie in wait as my captain slowly drowns. but tonight's alive with the breath of life and my eyes are open wide
but my northern star is fading fast and might not make it through the night. in all my years out at sea i've never lost my guide
but winds of change form the biggest waves and i'm sure i'll capsize. no need to brace myself for the worst
it's already happened. but still i won't find my way home until the hour comes when he sinks below. i'll drift along after the storm is gone
that take me back though twenty two years past when the water was calm and we basked in the western sun. tonight's alive with the breath of life and my eyes are open wide
but my northern star is fading fast and might not make it through the night. in all my years out at sea i've never lost my guide