Over My Head

Martin Sexton

I'm looking out into the ocean

This boy in a boat that I am

Through the haze I can catch a glimpse

Of the damage that's been done

Miles like minutes they pass as I row

And I count them in my head

Further and further I seem to go

From the home that I once made

Raise the anchor raise these tired hands

No direction and my pockets full of sand



I'm over my head



I the first few days of my journey

Friends and strangers came aboard my ship

Until the firsts of their passing

Crowded my quarters with gold

I've got no room for them anymore

For I fear I might go under

My anchor is tangled in weeds down below

As I heed the distant thunder calling

Raise the question that's in front of me

Clear as the sun I feel through the haze I'll never see



I'm over my head on the crazy ocean

I'm over my head on the stormy sea

I'm over my head with a clear commotion

I'm over my head and it's killing me



I'll raise my bow to the winds that blow

Face the storm face to face as I know

She's banging hard on my cabin door

I face my fear face to face and what's more

She's in front of me

And then she's gone for just awhile

And I'm crying

I'm over my head