Rising Tide

Water seeps through the holes

The bow is caught in the wind’s eye

Overhead a thunderstorm rolls

Unforgiving as the ocean tide

 

(chorus)

But he had high hopes for the high seas

But those waves cut him down to size

There are no guiding boats only lights that mislead

on a rising tide

 

Driftwood never felt this alone

cast out on the endless deep

How many years that foghorn whistle blow?

Lost in the rage of a rising sea

 

(chorus)

But he had high hopes for the high seas

But those waves cut him down to size.

There are no rising boats only lights that mislead

on this rising tide

 

Yeah the ship is sinking fast

since we built it that way

Time to jettison the water

I feel a wind in my sails

For I will find my own way back

when I know which way the wind is blowing.

I hold my fingers in the ocean air

it’s my only way of knowing

 

But he had high hopes for the high seas

But those waves cut him down to size

© Copyright Robert Delaney 2012