In a boat with no one

My story is told by, those who hate

if they want my heart, like hell, they'll wait

for a clear blue sky, an un-obstructed sun

on a vacant sea with no one.

My blood flows fine, inside my veins

until the last chorus, and its refrain

when you lift your hands, as if in praise

but you suffer your week, as always

you suffer. and you're weak. as always.

I hear in your town, you all have guns

you shoot for fun, and then some

i can't believe, in a faith that pleas

pleas for justice, with weapons.

If you expect to understand, just how i breath

smoke fifty years of cigarettes, and then you'll know with ease

because the sea was never this kind,

if you judge my life by this, you'd say its fine

there is something wrong with how you're freed

when you fortune is wrapped up, and guaranteed.

My story is old, I feel its fate

it drags me down, so I sit and wait

under a clear blue sky, an un-obstructed sun

on a vacant sea in a boat with no one.

for Jerry - friend, nam-vet, co-worker.