Pumpkin, sitting on my table,
He knows he has to be cut soon...

I sit here in the dark,
A beer in hand, and a stupid grin...

Blasted noise,
Stupid boys...

Sailors are a tough breed,
An internal brotherhood, a stone-tough creed...

Settling into the tree,
This little sprite is unhappy...

Stars cross, waves meet,
People love one another, and then retreat...

1st Verse:
I thought I had nothing good in my life...

The wind and the rain attack me again,
It makes me wonder if I'm really that deep in sin...

I have denied long months that I sent you away,
But after a lot of time to think, I just don't...

It's hurt so long, nothing seems to ever be right,
I'm sad and I'm angry and hate everything, out of...

As long as the wind blows,
As far as the galactic eye...

Traveling across the ocean,
Reaching the coordinates in many days...