Castaway

One day as i was sailing on the caribbean sea

I spied a little fishing vessel drifting aimlessly

Her sails were torn and tattered

And her wheel was spinning free

I told myself that little boat sure looks a lot like me

‘cause like a ship without a rudder

I’m just drifting with the tide

And each day i’m drawing closer to the brink

Just a speck upon the waters

Of an ocean deep and wide

I won’t even make a ripple when i sink

As i pulled along beside her and i climbed upon her deck

In the silence i could feel the hair a rising on my neck

I thought as i walked through the empty quarters down below

That lost abandoned vessel was the sister of my soul

In the emptiness my footsteps were like echoes in a cave

That seemed to say there ain’t no way to leave this floating grave

And when i scrambled to the deck my ship had vanished like a dream

Leaving nothing but the lonely waves to hear my silent scream