Sailing toward forever's bay
The coast eclipsed by fog of doubt
The ghost ship drifts an aimless route
The compass broke, no use in trying
All the while the muse is dying
We dream in color but wake to die
And ache to paint a sapphire sky
Filled with stars instead of holes
It's who we are, our wandering souls
Adrift in a sea of gray
Sailing toward forever's bay
