These Nautical Miles

"mark my words, pretty soon we'll see the birds filling

this gray sky"

i said it then but I can't say it now

i know this ocean that we row

had different plans all along

eye to the glass we are faster than fast

x-ing the squares on the page we ripped out

from a better book than ours

we navigate the stars

they do not have any idea

and if i wanted nothing at all

i would wait my turn, wait my turn

and if i wanted nothing at all

i would wait my turn, wait my turn

i've cracked myself up trying to invent luck

oh, make believe i never even heard about that stuff

so i can lead a normal life

not looking down, looking up

no empty quotes, no anchors left to slow

hold your breath and beg that we float

and if i wanted nothing at all

i would wait my turn, wait my turn

there is nothing left

these nautical miles, our trophies for the trials

and if i wanted nothing at all

i would wait my turn, wait my turn