Dead eye from the wood of life
 Hold the ropes and the rigging lines
 Red-eye a.m. Here i lie
 Shipwreck passing underneath
 What of the sailor and her spinning wheel?
 What was she thinking being 
 Swallowed by the water whole?

 Red on the left, green on the right
 You can see [bad word] in the morning light
 Brass and glass [bad word] iron
 Sextant here for the heavenly bodies [bad word] here but the needle’s shot
 Magnetic deviation screws me up

 Break the glass from your hanging lanterns
 Break the sea with your blackened anchors
 And you might end up a floating junk pile
 But you can always scramble to salvage a smile