Consider me a widow boys, and I will tell you why,
It's not the man, but it's the marriage that was drowned
So I walk the walk and wait with watchful eye out to the sky,
Looking for a kind of vessel I have never found.
Though I saw it splinter, I keep looking out to sea.
Like a dog with little sense, I keep returning,
To the very area where I did see the thing go down,
As if there's something at the site I should be learning.
That line is the horizon.
We watch the wind and set the sail,
But save ourselves when all omens
Point to fail.
If I tell the truth then I would have to tell you this;
Though I grieve (and I believe I feel it truly),
I knew that ship was empty by the time it hit the rocks,
Cause we could not hold on when fate became unruly.
So consider me a widow, boys, and I have told you why
Does the weather say a better day is nearing?
I'll set my house in order now and wait upon the will,
Cause it's clear that I need better skill in steering.
That line is the horizon.
We watch the wind and set the sail,
But save ourselves when omens
Point to fail.
That line is the horizon.
We watch the wind and set the sail,
But save ourselves when omens
Point to fail.
Point to fail.
Point to fail.
