Lost Coastlines

Packed and all eyes turned in

No one to see on the quay, no one waving for me

Just the shoreline receding

Ticket in my hand and thinking wish I didn't hand it in

'Cause who said sailing is fine?

Leaving behind all the faces that I might replace

If I tried on that long ride looking deep inside

But I don’t want to look so deep inside yet

Sit down, sit down on the prow to wave by

There might not be another star, further on the line

Look out, look out at each town that glides by

And there's another crowd to drown in crying eyes

And see how that light you love now just won’t shine

There might just be another star

That’s high and far in some other sky

We sing, is that marionette real enough yet

To step off of that set?

You decide what her dance might mean to it

Ruining the place, and in the ensuing melee, escape

We packed up all of our bags

The ship's deck now sags from the weight of our tracks

As we pace beneath flags black and battered

Rattling our swords in service of some fated, foreign Lord

And we sail out on orders from him

But we find the maps he sent to us don't mention lost coastlines

Where nothing we've actually seen has been mapped or outlined

But we don't recognize the names upon these signs

And every night finds us rocking and rolling

On waves wild and wide

Well, we have lost our way, nobody’s gonna say it outright

Just go la, la, la

La, la, la

La, la, la

La, la, la