A ship lleft the harbour a so called pilot charter
It's been a solid decade since it's departure
Notified his Mother the father the brother the friends
They say he was headed to where the world ends
Our prayers be with him to find his way home
And we hope to god he knows that he's not alone
Wind blown him off course, last words heard upon the radio
I told you so

I got a tad lazy with navigation of this relationship
Patience wearing thin wondering where the wind is taking it
With fake grin fading to a blank stare I stand here
Hand on the helm nowhere near the realm of land
Air clear as a crystal be another lost ship at sea
Message in a bottle bobble on the waves within the deep waters
To be swallowed by the Lochness
Or bermuda triangles vortex so what next? what now?
Shooting prayers in the air like a flare
To a god who either doesn't know I'm down here or doesn't care
Everywhere my eye sees oceanic wasteland
10 years deep tryna mosey back to mainland
Runnin' low on rations of passion and patience
Plus the flag I fly don't evoke the same courageous
Character traits that made Columbus scout for land
And the Titanic crusade sunk before it really swam

It's been a solid decade since my departure
Notified my Mother my father my brother my friends
They say I was head to where the world ends
Your prayers be with me to find my way home
And you hope to god I know that I'm not alone
Wind blown me off course lat words heard upon the radio
I told you so

Tear in the mainsail, nowhere to drop the anchor
Split into Cain and Abel, no way to stop the banter
Went off the painted trail then lost me off the radar
To float alone upon this ocean waiting for a saviour
To pass time I envision back on dry land
And hope my sea legs don't extend across my lifespan
Cause I am a mere shadow of the former me
Traumatized by the wide jaws of this enormous sea
Now I call it normalcy, talking with the cloud and sky
If anybody was around they'd probably think I'm out my mind
And I am outta hope to the bone
and deep down know The mast on this boat will be my tombstone
Cabin walls closing in, entire solar system outside
No one to share my view with on the downtime
Not that I have any, sorta preoccupied
With comin' to grips of living life kind of not alive.