'I do not exist'
We faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
And coming in tiny caravel
Tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying
Like the horseshoe crab
In its proper season sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
Like a scratch across a lens
Made everything look wrong
From anywhere we stood
And our paper blew away
Before we'd left the bay
So half-blind we wrote these songs
On sheets of salty wood
You caught me making eyes
At the other boat men's wives
And heard me laughing louder
At the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land
But you will understand
It takes a steady hand
To navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades
Held acquaintance with the waves
As there's mistakes I've made
No rowing could outrun
The cloth low on the mast
Like to say I've got no past
But I'm nonetheless
The librarian and secretary's son
With tarnish on my brass
And mildew on my glass
I'd never want someone so crass
As to want someone like me
But a few leagues off the shore
I bit a flashing lure
And I assure you, it was not
What it expected it to be
I still taste its kiss
That dull hook in my lip
Is a memory as useless
As a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever dropped
Seasick yet still-docked
Captain spotted napping
With his first mate at the wheel
Floating forgetfully along
With no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long
And when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire
And I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
'I do not exist,' we faithfully insist
While watching sink the heavy ship
Of everything we knew
If ever you come near
I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you
Anything as beautiful as You