The city cries tonight
Streets are wet with tears
I’ve walked along these shores
Thirty-seven years

My eyes are drowned tonight
Throat cannot sing
I drift into a monsoon sky
On troubled wings

Aboard the Bonney Anne
Aboard the Bonney Anne

You lie alone tonight
In a bed of wood
Just try to dream about
Days that were good

The moon you knew is rising behind
The sweet smoke of death
Aboard the Bonney Anne tonight
I can feel your breath

Aboard the Bonney Anne
Aboard the Bonney Anne
Aboard the Bonney Anne

After all this cheap suspense
And torture by degrees
The [bad word] down like a reminder
Of everything that’s free

We wander through this world
Of misery and shame
Maybe we’ll meet someday
Wrapped in sheets of rain

Aboard the Bonney Anne
Aboard the Bonney Anne
Aboard the Bonney Anne