Castaway

One day as i was sailing on the caribbean sea
I spied a little fishing vessel drifting aimlessly
Her sails were torn and tattered
And her wheel was spinning free
I told myself that little boat sure looks a lot like me

‘cause like a ship without a rudder
I’m just drifting with the tide
And each day i’m drawing closer to the brink
Just a speck upon the waters
Of an ocean deep and wide
I won’t even make a ripple when i sink

As i pulled along beside her and i climbed upon her deck
In the silence i could feel the hair a rising on my neck
I thought as i walked through the empty quarters down below
That lost abandoned vessel was the sister of my soul

In the emptiness my footsteps were like echoes in a cave
That seemed to say there ain’t no way to leave this floating grave
And when i scrambled to the deck my ship had vanished like a dream
Leaving nothing but the lonely waves to hear my silent scream