Tall Ships Go

I dreamed I heard that you were dead

I dreamed I searched an empty bed

For a sign of you

And the sea called hard to me

Like a cell without a key

And I felt the distance

I watched the tall ships go

With the drift wood on the flow

With pride that grows in hardship

And I knew you were below

I hear your voice

And it keeps me from sleeping

Why must it always be dreams

When your voice comes to me

I dreamed you felt the typhoon spit

And walked into the heart of it

While the sea gulls cry

I know how to feel that call

It never suited me at all

But some are born to it

And you seemed so bright and hard

Like a bloody edge of sword

But if you're an enemy

Then you look a lot like me

I hear your voice

And it keeps me from sleeping

Why must it always be dreams

When your voice comes to me

I dreamed you sailed me to the swamp

In a black boat

You spoke to me of things

Of the shame that years will bring

And I felt your hand shake

Though you always seemed so hard

Now I never see the sword

And I find the enemy

Has to feel the same as me

I hear your voice

And it keeps me from sleeping

Why must it always be dreams

When your voice comes to me