Lyrics
Run the wire from bow to stern
Give the windlass a couple turns
Check the running light tonight, good light above
And tomorrow we shall see
If she is worthy of the sea
And then see if she is worthy of thy love
May you down on featherbed
A feather pillow rest your head
I'm coming home from work, I'm by the water
I will meet you between the sheets
With tangled limbs and naked feet
To see if we are worthy of a son or daughter
Well I've been a steadfast father
In spite of my inconstant ways
I am jouncing
I am rowing
I don't know how to stay
Do we move in the move to a distant mistake
Or is moving's mode of running from the life we're scared to make
And if there's somewhere that we're running to
Will it ever be the place
Where the strange sings
From the light of morning sun
The pain it quickly comes, it carries over
Eyes are in another way
Reverse it back from steeder to the grover
The trouble is that trouble lends itself
To troubled times till troubled times are gone.