Tell me, quick, said Old McFee what's this all have
to do with me? I've spent all my time at sea, a loner.
Is there something else I should know? something hidden
down below, the level of your conversation?
Well, he turned away before the answer
though I yelled aloud, he refused to hear.
It became too clear
So, it went as we put out I was left in constant doubt
everything I asked about seemed private.
The captain strolled the bridge one night I stopped him
in the evening light to ask him would it be all right to
join him.
But he stood there like some idol
and he listened like some temple
and then he turned away.
All along the fateful coast we moved silent, like a ghost.
The timeless sea of tireless host possessed us.
The wind came building from the cold northwest
and soon the waves began to crest, crashing cross the forward
deck all hands lost.
I alone, survived the sinking
I alone, possessed the tools, on
that ship of fools.
Ship of fools on that ship of fools
that ship of fools