Like ships in a squall we rise and we fall 
We're plotting our course throught waves 
Some masts are tall with sails so strong 
Others are tossed in the gale 
We try to stay dry with salt in our eyes 
No moment to rest [bad word] 
The moon isn't far a clear sky and stars 
Red sky at morn on your tail
I'm not going to stand on the end of the pier 
I'm not going to let you go down with the ship 
Raise up your anchor it's time to set sail 
And I'm not going to let you go down
Like ships we were made to dance o'er our graves 
One false move and we could be thrown 
Buried alive before our due time 
To rest at sixty below 
So jibe while you can if there's danger ahead 
Stay on your course if you will 
I'll throw you a line as waves start to rise 
Bail as your ship starts to fill